Chapter Seven
As Sara was debating whether to wear a nude shade of lipstick or the brighter red, she heard her phone ring. She didn’t recognize the number, so she let it go to voicemail, assuming it was more than likely a spam call. But when her phone alerted her that the caller had left a voicemail, she gave into curiosity and listened to the message.
“Ms. Daniels, this is Vincent Elan with Elan, Farraday and Rothschild. I’m calling on behalf of my client Mr. Kyle Daniels. He is concerned about your potentially violating your custody agreement in regards to your son, James Daniels, and will be pursuing legal action if necessary. Please have your lawyer contact me as soon as possible.”
Sara placed her phone back on her vanity slowly, her heart pounding so hard she felt dizzy. The array
