Shadows in the Frame
I didn’t sleep.
Not really. I drifted in and out of that half-conscious fog where everything feels like it’s happening underwater. Sounds were too distant. My limbs are too heavy. I’d blink and hours would pass, only to realize I hadn’t moved. The flash drive was still sitting on the table. The message still echoed in my skull.
You’re next.
I’d deleted it. Cleared my phone. Pulling the battery like that could erase the feeling of being watched. But there was no footage to see. No unheard Trent’s voice or the woman’s eerie laughter. No undoing the knowledge that someone at Bell—the place I’d once thought could save me—had been orchestrating a cover-up from within.
And Cassian…
Cassian had said nothing.
That silence was louder than any threat. Louder than the foot
