Chapter 17 - The Phone
A year after the ballroom incident, Flora kept the same phone.
The screen had been replaced.
The case was new.
But she never deleted one number.
Noah.
One evening, she looked at it.
She smiled.
The phone had once represented desperation.
Now it represented choice.
She could call her brother.
Her attorney.
Her friends.
Her foundation.
But she didn't need anyone to tell her what to do anymore.
She was finally comfortable making her own decisions.
Noah walked into the room.
“You still keep that thing?”
Flora laughed.
“You're the reason I keep it.”
He shook his head.
“I thought you kept it because of that night.”
“I used to.”
She looked at the phone.
“Now I keep it because it reminds me I finally made the call.”
Noah smiled.
“The right one.”
Flora nodded.
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“The first right one in a long time.”
👉 The call that once summoned the most feared man in the city had ultimately summoned something more important—Flora's own courage.
