On the other end of the line, the man's familiar voice beat against Mia Grant's eardrums.
In stark contrast to his relaxed tone, the atmosphere on her end was utterly stifling.
Her breathing was faint; she didn't dare to even draw a heavy breath, terrified he might hear something.
Silas Grant was just too perceptive. She had nowhere to hide from him.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
The man's tone was gentle, as if he were chatting with his lover.
For a fleeting moment, Mia Grant was bewitched by his tone. The word "Brother" was on the tip of her tongue, but she caught herself at the last second and forced it back down.
The call disconnected.
He had been the one to hang up.
Her phone slipped from her grasp and fell onto the bed. Mia Grant paid it no mind, simply letting her body fall back. She collapsed onto the mattress and exhaled in relief, as if a great weight had been lifted.
This was the first time she had heard his voice so vividly since they had last parted.
