Cole
I jolted awake and looked around my room, confused and disorientated. I couldn’t place the sound as I stumbled out of bed. It was my phone. Buzzing on the dresser by the window. I had no idea who could be calling this early, but I snatched the phone and answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Cole,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear, and I froze. “Or should I call you Miller?”
“Albert,” I whispered in horror. I hadn't heard his voice in years, and it gave me the chills.
“I heard someone was digging around in your past,” he said casually, and I sighed softly. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew. “And, of course, that is a problem. You do understand that, don’t you, Cole?” there was a warning tone in his voice that made me shudder.
“It’s nothing, Albert,” I hurriedly said. “Just
