The text sat on my screen like a slap across the face.
Student Lecturer. I wonder what Adrian would say if he knew it was you.
My hand trembled as I read it again. The words blurred, my chest tightening. I should’ve been terrified. Maybe I was. But more than fear, a surge of exhaustion rolled through me. I was tired of this. Tired of being watched, threatened, pushed into silence.
“No more,” I grumbled, barely loud enough for anyone but me to hear. Seriously, what kind of human thought could keep me on a leash? Yeah, right. Good luck with that.
Then my phone went off—again, my nerves. For a second, I figured it was just another text, some pathetic attempt to mess with my head. But nope. Strange number this time, not even saved in my contacts. I hovered, thumb twitching, debating. Screw
