NEXT MOVE
Mathilda’s POV
Getting out of bed feels like dragging myself out of a nightmare I’m still trapped in. Every muscle in my body protests, heavy with leftover fear from last night’s call. The voice still echoes in my head sharp, cold, and too close. Stop whatever you’re doing… or you become a target.
Sleep had come in fragments, each one breaking the moment I thought I’d found rest. The shadows in my apartment felt too dark. Every passing car sounded like a threat. But avoiding the day won’t change anything. And no matter how loud my instincts scream at me to hide, I don’t have the luxury.
It’s Saturday and normally my sacred day of laziness, a day for fluffy socks, oversized shirts, and movies playing in the background while I sleep. Instead, I have a meeting with Mark, one of
