You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The night was extraordinarily quiet.

Inside the apartment, it was so quiet that she could even hear her own breath.

The sense of urgency of the unexpected call and the ringing that seemed to never stop made her feel suffocating.

Joyce held out her hand and hesitated for a moment.

What could Otis be doing calling her at this late hour?

Besides, Mr. Clark had just died, and Otis was looking for her at such a time?

“Thump-Thump-Thump!" Her heart seemed to be pounding straight against her chest disorderly.

When the ringing was about to stop, she finally pressed the answer button.

At the very moment, it would be even stranger if she did not answer the phone.

when she picked up the phone, her voice was clear and bright, and she sounded

got out of the shower. Mr. Robertson, what do you want?" Joyce

got nothing?" Otis smiled wickedly, "I

up, I had a full day of meetings today and arrived home late. I'm already

that so?" Otis smiled,

felt Otis must have known

and you can show it to me." Otis paused, "You're coming alone. And don't bring that guy again. What's her name,

Joyce looked aghast. Alone?

get in touch with Otis lately, especially not

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your trust, Mr. Robertson, and

hanging up now. Good night, and good dreams to

in an ambiguous voice, emphasizing the word "good dreams", and hung

the phone and

did Otis sound so strange? She always felt something was

quite sleepy, but this inexplicable phone