Needing to make a call
Mr. Holloway broke the silence next, his tone steady but leaving no room for argument. “We need to call someone. The police, maybe.” Megan’s stomach twisted painfully at the thought, her mind filling with images of officers swarming her home. The last thing she wanted was flashing lights outside her door. But staring at that much cash, she couldn’t deny it—money like this only meant trouble. Somewhere, someone had hidden it for a reason, and they’d surely come looking.
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