Final Connection
Michelle’s hand trembled as she pressed the call button. The room was eerily quiet. Even the ambient music seemed too loud now. All eyes were on her, the anticipation building in the room. The strange object had turned their ordinary day into an unfolding mystery. As the dial tone buzzed, everyone held their breath. The police picked up the phone. “Hello, Maplewood Police Department…”
Page 27 of 41
