I couldn't stop shaking and it wasn't from the cold.
My phone slipped from my hands. Owen dove to collect it for me. He stared at it, puzzled.
"Who's that?" he asked, as it said 'Unknown Number'.
Snatching the phone from his clammy hands, I spun on my heel and strode from the fire. How the hell did he know what I just did? How was he here?
He is meant to be dead.
