The line buzzed before going straight to voicemail.

“Hi, this is Annabelle… I’m looking for Jane Phildee, Jose’s sister. If this is the right number, please call me back.” She hung up, quickly dialling the next one.

The same thing happened on the next call. No answer.

Every sound of footsteps nearby made her tense, her eyes darting towards the people going about their business.

On her next try, the phone clicked, and a weary voice answered, “Hello?”

“Hi… uh, is this Jane Phildee?” Annabelle asked hopefully, fingers gripping the receiver tightly.

There was a pause, a long silence that made her breath catch. “Who’s asking?”

“My name is Annabelle....