Determined, Delilah sat down with the phone book and began dialing each number, her hands trembling with anticipation. Most calls led to dead ends—disconnected lines, wrong numbers, or people who had no idea who John or James was. Yet, she pressed on, refusing to let her resolve waver.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of her calls connected. A deep, familiar-sounding voice answered on the other end. “Hello?” the man said, and Delilah’s heart skipped a beat. The voice sounded eerily like John’s.