I had just settled into the comfort of my small apartment when my phone rang. The piercing sound broke through the calm silence like a knife, and I stared at the screen, sighing at the familiar name flashing across it. Charles Sinclair. My father.We hadn’t spoken in weeks, not since our last argument that ended in me storming out of the Sinclair estate. I debated letting the call go to voicemail, but I knew better. Ignoring him never made things easier. If anything, it only prolonged the inevitable.With a resigned sigh, I picked up the phone.“Hello, Dad,” I said, keeping my voice even.“Aurora,” his tone was sharp, as always. Not a greeting, not a trace of warmth. Just my name, spoken like it was a command. “I need you to come to the estate. Now.”I frowned, glancing at the clock on the wall. “It’s late. Can’t this wait until morning?”“No, it cannot,” he snapped, leaving no room for negotiation. “Be here in thirty minutes. Don’t make me send someone to fetch you.”Before I could r
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