Emily didn’t move, her legs frozen to the ground. The tall figure under the tree shadows began to advance toward her, each step deliberate and measured.
As he stepped into the sunlight, his features became clearer, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Marcus?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He pulled back the hood of his black hoodie, revealing his familiar face. But something about him felt off—his expression was colder, sharper.
“I need to have a word with you,” Marcus said, his voice calm but edged with something sinister.
Emily’s fear wavered for a moment, replaced by cautious recognition. She knew Marcus—they’d been friends, or at least acquaintances, once, because of Matt.
Was this what Matt was calling her about?
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to rise from
