Valeria's POV
A few days had passed since I got that message from the unknown number. I'd been trying to keep myself busy, reaching out to the NGO I worked with back in Auckland to figure out how we could adjust my duties now that I was stuck in New York indefinitely.
There were emails to send, calls to make and arrangements to set-up. I liked it because I didn't have to dwell on the messages or my intrusive thoughts. I'd also made a large donation to one of the orphanages I'd been involved with. Since I wasn't going to be in Auckland for a long time, I wanted to make sure that they had what they needed to run the orphanage smoothly.
The work helped distract me but the message still lingered in the back of my mind. I was doing a decent job of acting normal around my father and Elliot
