My Husband Died on Our Wedding Day… But Seven Days After His Funeral, I Heard His Voice on a Bus

Part 7: The Woman Who Called After the Funeral

The bus approached a small station.

Márk told me he needed to get off there.

Before I could respond, my phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

I answered.

A woman’s voice spoke quietly.

“Anna, are you sitting with your husband?”

My blood ran cold.

“Who is this?”

“Don’t let him leave the bus.”

I looked at Márk.

He had heard the voice and immediately reached for my phone.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

The woman continued.

“My name is Éva. I worked with Márk before the accident. There is something he hasn’t told you.”

Márk shook his head urgently.

“Hang up.”

But I refused.

Éva lowered her voice.

“The person who helped him disappear wasn’t trying to protect him. That person was involved in the plan from the beginning.”

I looked at my husband.

For the first time since seeing him, I noticed genuine fear in his eyes.

“Who?” I asked.

The woman answered.

“Someone who attended your wedding.”

Then the call ended.