The rooftop spun beneath her like the world was tilting sideways. That photo—God. That photo wasn’t just a violation. It was a threat. Someone had been inside her house, close enough to touch her, to breathe the same air as her and Rejoice, and she didn’t even know.
Tears sprang to her eyes, hot and fast. Not from fear alone, but fury. Rage. Helplessness. She wiped them quickly. She wouldn’t break. Not now. Not when she needed her mind the most.
Her phone slipped from her trembling hands as she stood. She had to tell someone she couldn’t carry this alone. And yet… who could she even trust now?
George?
Denise?
Both men were tangled in this mess emotions, history, secrets. But still… George had warned her to keep her doors locked. He had stayed on the phone, told her he’d be there if sh
