POV: Angel
The shop was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually brought me peace. But today, it only made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
It had been two weeks since I’d last seen Leo. Two weeks of silence, no texts, no visits, nothing. At first, I’d told myself he was busy. He had a life—whatever that life was—and I couldn’t expect him to revolve it around me. But as the days passed, the silence began to feel heavier, like something unspoken was pressing down on me.
And then the strange things started happening.
The first incident had been small, almost forgettable. I’d come down to the shop early one morning to find the front door unlocked. I’d thought I might’ve forgotten to lock it the night before, but something about it didn’t sit right. I’d been so careful, so focus
