The weight of everything pressed against my chest as I paced across my apartment, my mind spinning. Rachel’s grip on my life had been tightening for far longer than I had realized, but this time, I wouldn’t let her win.
The message on my phone stared back at me, the words burning into my brain.
Unknown Number: Meet me tomorrow. Midnight. The abandoned warehouse on 5th.
Whoever I had contacted was already moving. But could I trust them?
My gut twisted. Trust was dangerous now. Rachel had people everywhere. Mr. Timothy had made that painfully clear. She wasn’t just manipulating a few people—she had infiltrated my world, positioning herself in places I hadn’t even considered.
And Philip…
I clenched my fists at the thought of him. I had believed in our friendship. I had thought, even aft
