A confused Megan
“You knew what was inside it!” he shouted, his words cracking like whips through the phone. Megan’s mind spun, racing for meaning. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her own voice trembling. But her question didn’t slow him down. His speech tumbled over itself, angry, frantic, impossible to follow. Megan pressed the phone hard against her ear, straining to catch pieces of his rant, but the noise blurred together—fragments of rage that only deepened her fear.
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