The line clicked, and then her voice answered this time. “Hello? Myra?” She said, unaware I was the one with the phone now.
“It’s me, Vincent,” I said, keeping my tone steady, authoritative, but not harsh. “I just wanted to say a few words to you about the twins. About what happened today.”
There was a pause on the other end, and I knew she was listening. I could hear her even breathing, waiting for me to continue.
“I want to make something clear,” I said, my voice firm. “I am not against the twins. I am not siding with anyone trying to frame them. What happened today was wrong, and I will not allow it to continue. I intend to make sure they are safe.”
I could feel her surprise on the line. Her silence stretched long enough for me to know she was taking me in. I pressed on. “I know you
