Elizabeth’s POV
The night air was damp, the sky promising a heavy downpour. I put on my hoodie tightly around myself as I stood beneath the flickering streetlight, the meeting spot the anonymous texter had chosen. Every few seconds, I checked my phone, re-reading the single message that had dragged me out here:
“Come alone. Midnight. Else I go public with your photos”
The minutes ticked by, each one gnawing at my nerves. My eyes searched the shadows—every silhouette, every shifting figure, made my heart leap. But no one came. No footsteps. No voice. Nothing.
I waited an hour, then two. Until the cold had seeped into my bones and my yearning felt louder than the night itself. My fingers trembled as I finally gave up, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. Whoever they were, they’d stoo
