Riley
One of my father's oldest friends, Richard Blake. He used to be close with my family, someone my father trusted completely. He'd know what happened. He'd know how Callum pulled this off.
I find his number in my contacts, my fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before I press the call button. The line rings twice before I hear his familiar voice.
"Riley? It's been a long time. How are you, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice warm but laced with concern.
"I'm… I've been better," I admit, trying to keep my voice steady. "I need to talk to you, Richard. It's important."
There's a pause, and I can almost hear him frowning on the other end of the line. "Of course. Why don't you come by? We can talk here."
"Thank you," I say quietly, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "I'll be there soon."
