PART-8: The Psychological Warfare At eleven o’clock, my house phone rang. It was the landline. Nobody called the landline anymore. Except telemarketers. And people who wanted to remain anonymous.

I stared at the phone. It rang a second time. I looked at Clara. She was sitting on the couch. She was holding Liam. She looked at the phone. Her … Continue reading PART-8: The Psychological Warfare At eleven o’clock, my house phone rang. It was the landline. Nobody called the landline anymore. Except telemarketers. And people who wanted to remain anonymous.