Dana POV
I didn't recognize the number that had contacted me on the phone. I could feel my hand shaking as I listened intently to the message, the voice cleverly disguised using some form of technology to hide who it was. I couldn't even discern if the voice was female or male, which only further confused me. Part of me suspected this had to be Trevor's doing, the blood draining out of my face as I listened to the blatant threats left in the voicemail. Whoever they were, they were angry with me and I knew that this might be only be the beginning of what they were promising.
"You think you're safe behind those pretty mansion walls Dana Grant? Do you think that your father's influence is going to be enough to save you from me? For what you've done, the impact and the ruination of my life,
