ACT NORMAL
345 Words
Sylvia’s legs felt weak as she climbed the stairs to their bedroom. She could still feel Daniel’s eyes on her back, burning with unspoken knowledge. Every step felt like she was walking toward a trap, but she forced herself to move, to act normal.
Inside the bedroom, she locked the door behind her, exhaling shakily. She pressed her forehead against the wood, her pulse thudding like a war drum. She needed to think. She needed to figure out her next move.
Stripping off her dress, she stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower. The hot water cascaded over her skin, but it did nothing to wash away the sick feeling curling in her stomach.
Daniel knew.
And if he was calm about it, that meant he was planning something.
A chill ran down her spine at the thought. Daniel wasn’t the type to explode in rage. He was patient. Calculating. He would wait for the perfect moment to strike.
Her fingers ran through her damp hair as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. She needed to act normal. She needed to be careful.
As she reached for her phone, a new message lit up the screen.
Unknown Number: You should be careful, Sylvia. He’s watching.
Her breath hitched. Her grip on the phone tightened.
Who the hell was this?
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, debating whether to respond. Before she could type anything, another message popped up.
Unknown Number: Don’t trust anyone. Not even him.
Her blood ran cold.
Not even who? Ryder? Daniel?
A sharp knock at the door made her jump.
"Sweetheart?" Daniel’s voice was smooth, deceptively soft. "You’ve been in there a while. You okay?"
Sylvia’s heart slammed against her ribs.
"Yeah," she called back, forcing her voice to stay steady. "I’m fine. Just tired."
There was a pause. Then, "Alright. Sleep well."
Footsteps faded down the hall.
Sylvia glanced back at her phone, her fingers trembling. The messages had no traceable number. No name.
Someone was warning her.
But why? And more importantly… who?
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