She dropped the phone like it burned her and quickly looked around. Her gaze darted across the quiet car park, nothing seemed unusual. No one was watching. Or so it seemed. But she felt it.
She had a weird feelings like someone was watching her from where she was standing. “God…”she muttered, looking lost and pulling her hands around her body.
The messages didn't just come as a threat, they were passing a warning to her. Someone knew her secret. Someone who wasn’t George, wasn’t Denise… or maybe it was one of them, manipulating her with anonymity.
Queeneth stood confusedly gazing back and forth, fighting the wave of fear. Her mind was racing too fast, and her chest was beating continuously. She thought of Rejoice. What if this escalated? What if someone tried to use her daughter as lev
