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A separate, quieter thought arrived right behind it.
Maybe a useful problem.
My gaze drifted to the contact saved with the little dandelion puff emoji. The anonymous number sat a few lines beneath Nixx’s in my recent messages, and the sight of it tightened my stomach in a completely different way.
For two days, I’d been turning the same questions over in my head until they had worn grooves in me.
Who was he?
Why was he watching me?
How had he found me?
And why did part of me want to know?
I looked toward Stitch. He was arguing with the coffee machine now, which meant he wasn’t paying attention to me. Or at least he was doing an excellent impression of someone who wasn’t.
My thumb hovered over Nixx’s thread.
I could leave it alone.
I should leave it alone.
Havoc had already
