Sophie’s POV
I stared at my phone until the words on the screen began to blur.
Stop looking into your mother's death, Sophie.
Then the second message appeared.
The next warning won't be a message.
My fingers went cold.
I quickly locked my phone and looked at Alexander.
He was still watching the road, but his expression had changed.
“You received something.”
It wasn't a question.
I hesitated.
“How do you know?”
“You stopped breathing for a few seconds.”
I looked down at my phone.
“Someone knows.”
“Knows what?”
“That I’m investigating my mother's death.”
Alexander's grip tightened around the steering wheel.
“Show me.”
I handed him the phone.
He glanced at the messages before returning his attention to the road.
“Did you give your number to anyone after leaving your fathe
