FOR NOW.
But Serena knew something had changed, not outside, but inside her.
She stood frozen in the middle of her room, her fingers still curled as if ready to shove someone away again. The silence pressed heavily against her ears, unnatural and suffocating, and even the air felt different, thicker, like it was watching her. Slowly, her eyes drifted to the door.
Closed. Locked.
She was sure of it. She remembered locking it when she came in earlier. She always did. Ever since Daniel started acting strange. Ever since the men in suits began appearing where they shouldn’t be—watching without watching, present without existing.
Her breath trembled as the realization sank in.
If the door was locked… how had she gotten back inside?
A chill crept up her spine as her gaze dropped to the floor, searching for anything out of place, any sign that someone else had been there. But there were no footprints, no forced entry, nothing disturbed.
Except her backpack.
It was no longer slumped carelessly against the bed where she left it. It now stood upright, centered, deliberate.
Waiting.
Serena’s stomach tightened as dread pooled in her chest. She hadn’t touched it since she ran. She was certain of that.
Slowly, cautiously, she stepped closer, every instinct warning her to stop. Her hand hovered over the zipper as hesitation clawed at her nerves, but Serena had never been someone who could live with not knowing.
She pulled it open.
At first, everything looked normal. Her books were there. Her notebook. Her pen.
And then she saw it.
A black envelope.
Matte. Smooth. Unmarked.
Her name was written across the front in clean, elegant handwriting.
Serena.
Her throat tightened as she picked it up, the paper unnaturally cold against her fingers, as though it didn’t belong in her world. She didn’t remember putting it there. She didn’t remember ever seeing it before.
Yet somehow, it felt like it had been waiting for her.
She opened it.
Inside was a single card.
Three words stared back at her.
STOP DIGGING, SERENA.
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs as fear surged through her veins. They knew. Not just that she had seen them. Not just that she had run.
They knew why she had gone down there.
They knew she was searching for the truth about Daniel.
Then a sound broke the silence.
A click.
Serena froze instantly, her entire body going rigid.
It came from the door.
Slowly, deliberately, the handle began to turn from the outside.
And Serena realized,
She wasn’t safe anymore.....