Becky's POV
Slowly rising, the sun sent a faint glow across the half-open blinds. Even with the new day, the anxiety that had crept over me persisted. I had been on edge over the sinister message from the delivery of the previous night and the terrible silence that followed.
Our breakfast unaltered, Paul and I sat at the kitchen table. Usually friendly, his eyes now showed acute concern. "We have to sort through this," he replied; his voice quiet and focused. "We have to find out why Lydia is targeting you should she be involved."
I nodded, caught in a mixture of resolution and terror. “I agree. Still, we must be cautious. Should Lydia be involved, she could have allies or, worse, be deadly.”
Paul got up suddenly, his thoughts working out a strategy. “Let's investigate Lydia's backgrou
