TESSA
The messages hadn’t stopped all night. Every time I closed my eyes, my phone lit up on the nightstand, the sound sharp and intrusive, like it knew exactly when I was drifting off. Would this person just stop already? I told myself it was just a coincidence and that no one could possibly track when I opened a message in real time, but it still felt too precise.
‘Do you want to know who I am?’
‘Would you protect your husband?’
‘What lengths will you go to save him?’
And each time I asked a question… just to bait them into giving me something that would give me a hint on them, they didn't reply to me. They just deleted their own messages, like it had never existed. This is getting crazier.
But thank God for screenshots. I had managed to capture a few before the messages had bee
