**Elena**
The door opened, and Nick walked in. I felt a wave of nausea, but it faded the moment I saw him. Relief took its place.
Still, that message wouldn’t leave my mind. It sat there, heavy.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, shutting the door behind him. He had his hospital robe draped over his arm. “Are you not feeling well?” He came to my side quickly, adjusting his glasses.
Ivana moved aside for him.
“It’s... it’s not that. I’m okay.” I handed him my phone. “It’s a message I got.”
He read the screen.
"How’d you like my little gift?"
The words sat there in bold.
“Who sent this?” he asked, frowning. He tried to call the number.
“I’ve tried. It’s a private number.”
Nick exhaled. “This isn’t good.”
“I don't know. But I have a feeling it's the same person”. I said.
“What the f**k do
