“What is it?” Alexander’s voice was low, but there was an edge of concern.
I glanced up at him, my unease evidently written across my face. There was no point in pretending I wasn’t startled. Without a word, I handed him my phone.
“It’s the same number,” Alexander said under his breath, his tone laced with quiet intensity.
I nodded, confirming it for him.
“Is this the first time they’ve contacted you since then?” he asked, his serious gaze locking onto mine.
“It is,” I confirmed. “I didn’t block the number, just in case we could track it somehow.”
“I had it looked into, remember?” Alexander said, his expression hardening. “We believe the number belongs to Dr. McIntyre.”
“Why would she keep reaching out to me?” I asked, confusion and frustration bubbling to the surf
