After saying those words, I turned off my phone.
But what neither of them knew was that I hadn’t slept for three nights.
And most importantly, neither of them had any idea who I was really waiting for at that resort.
Around nine that evening, I went downstairs to the restaurant. I barely touched my food. My eyes kept drifting toward the entrance.
At eleven, I returned to my room.
My small suitcase stood near the door, containing only a few changes of clothes.
Shortly after midnight, I heard footsteps in the hallway.
Someone stopped outside my door.
Three knocks followed.
“Who is it?”
A man answered in a low, cold voice.
“We know why you’re really here, Margaret.”
My heart began pounding.
“What do you want?”
There was silence for several seconds.
Then he spoke the words that made my blood run cold.
“If you want to see your son and grandchildren alive, open the door.”
