Rowan Mercer was mid-sentence in a high-stakes boardroom meeting when his phone buzzed with an unknown number. He almost ignored it, dismissing it as a routine sales call, but a nagging intuition made him answer. What he heard on the other end was a small, trembling voice that would stop his heart cold. His six-year-old son, Micah, was whispering through the static, terrified and exhausted, telling him that his little sister, Elsie, wouldn’t wake up and that they had been alone for three days without food… Continue reading…
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