Sophia’s POV
The message didn’t fade.
It didn’t soften or blur the way fear sometimes does when you look away.
It stayed.
Sharp.
Precise.
Alive.
You’re getting closer.
But you’re still looking in the wrong place.
My fingers tightened slowly around my phone until my knuckles ached.
Someone really knew.
Not just what was happening.
Not just the chaos, the messages, the tension.
They really knew me.
What I was thinking.
Where my mind was going.
Who I was beginning to suspect.
A chill slid down my spine, slow and deliberate, like something tracing the length of it.
I looked around the room again.
Same walls.
Same furniture.
Same quiet.
But it didn’t feel the same anymore.
It felt… observed.
My first instinct was simple.
Tell someone.
Emily.
Colton.
My parents.
Tri
