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    In the middle of her distress, Yvonne’s phone began to ring.


    Frantic, Margie grabbed it and answered without thinking. “Hello?”


    Norton had just stepped off the ne when he pulled out his phone and scanned his messages. Yvonne’s name still lingered on the screen from theirst chat. He let out a quiet sigh—true to form, she hadn’t made any effort to reach out. With a brief pause, he navigated to his contacts and hit call without second-guessing.


    The line connected almost immediately, but the voice that answered wasn’t hers.


    His grip on the phone tightened, dread flickering in his chest. He steadied his voice and said, “I’m looking for Yvonne.”


    “She’s sick. I’m her colleague, Margie,” the woman replied, her voiceced with worry. “I’ll tell her you called when she wakes up. May I ask who’s speaking?”


    Margie’s shaky tone, on the verge of tears, made Norton’s brow knit tightly.


    So soon after leaving, and Yvonne was already ill.


    “I’m her husband,” he said, his voice clipped with urgency. “Where are you? Send me the address—I’lle get her.”


    “Her husband?” Margie echoed, stunned. “She never said anything about being married!”


    “I don’t have time to exin,” he snapped. “Just send the location.”


    Taken aback by themanding tone, Margie rattled off the address almost reflexively.


    Norton ended the call and strode through the airport doors.


    His ride was waiting outside. Without slowing down, he walked straight up and said, “Give me the keys.”


    He waved everyone out of the car, then rolled down the window and looked at Leif. “Head to the hotel with them. I’ve got something urgent to deal with.”


    Before Leif could ask anything, Norton hit the gas, tires screeching as he sped off, pushing the car to the legal limit.


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    A sharp knock jarred Margie out of her spiral of panic.


    She moved to the door, her voice unsure. “Who is it?”


    Norton stood outside, forcing patience into his voice. “I’m here for my wife.”


    “Yvonne never mentioned a husband. How do I know this isn’t a scam?” Margie’s response came quickly, suspicious and tight.


    “You’ll see I’m telling the truth. I’ve got proof.” Understanding Margie’s caution, Norton kept his tone even as he offered a calm exnation.


    Margie hesitated, then cracked the door open a sliver. “Then show me the proof you are her husband.”


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