Maya paced back and forth in the living room, her fingers gripping her phone tightly. Alejandro watched her from the couch, his concern growing with every passing minute.
“Maya, you’ve been like this for days. What’s going on?” Alejandro asked, his voice tinged with frustration and worry.
Maya stopped and turned to face him. “It’s these messages, Alejandro. They’re becoming more frequent and cryptic. I can’t make sense of them, and I’m starting to feel like someone’s trying to mess with my head.”
Alejandro stood up, crossing the room to stand beside her. “We’ll figure this out. Have you tried to trace the source of these messages?”
Maya shook her head. “I’ve tried, but they’re coming from anonymous accounts. It’s like they’re deliberately avoiding any trace.”
Before Alejandro could re
