Olivia’s mind went blank for a moment, the words etching themselves into her consciousness as if they were meant to haunt her. Her pulse quickened, her throat tightening. A shiver ran down her spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Her first instinct was to throw the envelope and rose away, to pretend none of this had happened. But she couldn’t. She felt... trapped by the message.
With a shaky breath, she closed the locker door, the harsh click of the lock sounding far too loud in the quiet room. She tried to shake the feeling off, forcing herself to breathe. The envelope and its contents remained in her hand, their weight suddenly unbearable.
The game had just begun?
What game?
She could have dismissed it, chalked it up to a stupid prank, but it wasn’t that simple.
