One afternoon, a routine phone call became the catalyst for uncovering a family’s darkest secrets. Seeing the name of an estranged sister after a decade of silence was shocking, but nothing could prepare for the desperate voice of a little girl pleading for help. Little did anyone know, this call would change everything.
It was a typical Thursday afternoon, the kind where nothing remarkable happens. I was nestled in my favorite armchair, a book in hand when my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at the screen. The name that flashed was one I hadn’t seen in years: Phoebe, my estranged sister.
