Chava jumped. Heart hammering, she swiveled around to see Devoiry standing there, wide-eyed. A large kitchen knife was trembling in her hand
Chava picked up her phone and dialed Devoiry’s number. Again, it went straight to voice mail.![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
She threw down the phone with a hiss. Where was she?
The microwave clock read 1:41 a.m. She’d been prowling the kitchen ever since Gitty Levy’s disturbing phone call. “When I heard how your daughter fell into such terrible debt… and how those disgusting loan sharks are threatening her… I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Chava had cleaned her fridge and rearranged her spices. She yawned. She needed to go to bed, but there was no way she’d be able to fall asleep in this state.
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