Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
Then I went to work.
Shortly before noon, my phone rang.
It was Marcus.
His voice sounded strange.
“Daniel, where are you?”
“At work. Why?”
“Can you get someone to cover your shift?”
I felt a sudden chill.
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