The silence at home had been oppressive once Nora had left. I had promised that I would call if I needed anything, although we knew that I never would. The safer she’d be, the better she didn’t know.
I just sat cross-legged on the couch with my knees tucked in against my chest, my hands still clutching my phone. The texts that had been sent from the blocked number still appeared on the screen. *Going somewhere?*
I shivered. I didn’t want to be there, yet exactly where was I supposed to be instead?
As if prompted, my phone started buzzing once more. Breath stuck in my throat, hands gripped the device tighter, it turned out not to be a threatening message.
*Nathaniel Woods' call.*
I exhaled, a combination of relief and reservation washing over me. Nathaniel had been my supervisor, yes,
