Maya POV.
I sat in the front seat, looking out the window as Mr. Jonah drove us home.
My mind was reeling with various thoughts as I wondered who could be the person sending me such threatening messages.
This was the second message in a row.
I wanted to ignore it like I did the first, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the person was serious about these threats.
The message was specific: Stay away from Jonah.
The only Jonah I knew was the one sitting right beside me.
Did he or she know of my affair with him?
How did the person even get my number in the first place?
Using the corner of my eyes, I glanced at Mr. Jonah as I debated whether I should tell him about the messages or not.
After the night we returned from the motel, he had kept his distance from me. Acting indifferent
