Chapter 5
The housekeeper, still groggy with sleep, jolted awake at the sound of his voice. “Mrs. Wexler said she had too many clothes and wouldn’t wear them all, so she asked me to bring them home for my granddaughter. Is
something wrong, sir?”
“What about everything else?” Callum asked.
“That I’m not sure about. Maybe you should ask her directly?”
The vague response only deepened his frustration. Without another word, he ended the call and immediately
dialed my number.
But all he got was an automated message: The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
He stared at the screen in a daze, the automated voice echoing in his mind. The creeping unease that had been stirring since last night now swelled into something heavy and suffocating, coiling in his chest until his
stomach ached.
Callum clutched at the dull pain in his abdomen, teeth clenched against the rising discomfort.
The sound of his voice roused Eliza from her sleep. She turned and saw the sheen of sweat gathering on his forehead, her face going pale in alarm. She scrambled upright and rushed to help him to the hospital.
By then, I had already arrived at the remote base where my senior was currently stationed.
“Savannah, this place is full of hidden dangers,” he said with a teasing smile. “Don’t go wandering around, okay?” As he spoke, he grabbed a man nearby. “This is my best friend, Gabe Thatcher, the head of the
peacekeeping unit here. If you need anything, just go to him.”
The man standing before me was tall, dressed in a work uniform, and carried the quiet intensity of someone who had lived too long in chaos. I instinctively straightened and nodded earnestly. “Got it. I won’t hold back.”
After all, in a place where bullets could fly at any moment, being pragmatic was a matter of survival.
Gabe didn’t say much. He simply gave a brief nod in greeting, and that was that.
In the days that followed, I busied myself learning the layout of the area and picking up more field expertise.
Life here was intense and exhausting-but for the first time in a long while, I felt grounded.
Compared to the past-when I was shackled by marriage and emotions-this version of life, even in hardship,
felt far more like freedom.
There was barely any signal here. Phones were practically useless.
Sometimes, an entire week or even a month could go by before you had the chance to call your loved ones to
say you were still safe.
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My roommate Maggie was worried sick. She kept asking around for news about me, hoping someone had heard something. When I finally got a chance to make a call, I dialed her first.
The moment she picked up, her voice came sharp with suspicion. “Savannah, be honest with me. What’s going on between you and Callum? Why the hell is he asking me about you?”
Hearing that familiar name again stirred nothing in me. My voice was calm. “There’s nothing between us. Maybe he’s just curious.”
“Bullshit!” she snapped. “If there’s nothing going on, why would he keep bugging me for updates? Why would he insist I tell him if I ever got in touch with you? Listen to me, Savannah-we are not those kinds of people. He has a wife and a kid now. Don’t be the reason a family falls apart.”
Apparently, when Callum reached out to her, he hadn’t mentioned our history.
Funny, really. Back when we were still together, I was the one who insisted on keeping our relationship private. He used to sulk over it, convinced it meant I didn’t take him seriously.
Now that he has every reason to reveal the truth, he keeps it hidden.
I steadied myself and went along with Maggie’s assumptions. “I know. That’s why I haven’t been in contact with him. And you shouldn’t bring him up again, either. Let’s just pretend he never existed.”
As for the divorce-once Eliza has the baby, even if he refuses to end the marriage, there’ll be nothing left to salvage. One way or another, we’ll be strangers soon enough.
Maggie thought that over, then gave a crisp, approving reply. “Fair enough. If he comes to me again asking about you, I won’t tell him a damn thing.”
Then she muttered under her breath, “Sometimes I really think he’s lost it. He has a wife, yet he’s still hung up on you like that. What does he take his wife for-air?”
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