Rebecca
My eyes shot open, and a groggy sigh escaped my lips as I turned to the right. The dim glow of dawn crept through the blinds, casting faint streaks of light across the room. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers brushing over the smooth surface before I pulled it close. 6:30 a.m. on the dot.
"Crap," I muttered under my breath, letting the phone slip from my grasp onto the bed. Muscle memory. My body was already used to waking at this time, even though I’d barely slept a wink.
I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling—or trying to, at least. My heavy eyelids refused to cooperate, but the thoughts racing through my mind made it impossible to drift off again. Last night had been…unsettling. Very unsettling.
Because of him.
One moment, he was planning to kill m
