My husband called me around midnight and told me not to open the door…

“And you?”

“I’ll call again.”

“When?”

“When it’s safe.”

I heard metal scraping against the lock. I squeezed my eyes shut.

And then—BAM! The door shook. At that exact moment…

My phone vibrated violently. Another call. From my husband. I froze.

“Love… is that you? Are you calling me?”

On the line, I heard his voice—desperate, almost shouting. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you answering?”

Something cold crawled up my spine. “But… I’m talking to you right now…”