Thu. Mar 26th, 2026

Rowan Mercer had been halfway through a budget meeting in his Nashville office when his phone lit up with a number he didn’t recognize. For one ordinary second, he almost let it ring out, assuming it was just another vendor trying to reach him before lunch.

Later, that tiny hesitation would haunt him.

He answered distractedly. “Hello?”

For a moment, there was only static and the faint rustle of movement.

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