Elisa’s POV
“Vivian,” I said the moment she picked up.
Her voice sounded sleepy. “Elisa? What’s wrong?”
“I’m scared,” I said. My hands shook while holding the phone.
She sat up. I could hear her movement. “Talk to me.”
I told her about the flowers. I told her about the note. I told her how I found them inside my locked apartment. I listened to her breathing change. She stopped sounding sleepy.
“Did you check everywhere?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Doors. Windows. Locks.”
There was a pause. Then she said, “It could be Roman.”
My heart dropped. “Roman?” I repeated.
She sighed. “You said he was at the hospital.”
“Yes,” I said. “But how would he know about the mall attack?”
“That’s the strange part,” she said.
I walked to the couch. I sat down slowly. My eyes kept moving to the do
