Rose sat on the couch, staring at her phone.
The message from her father still glowed on the screen.
Next time, you won’t be so lucky.
A cold shiver ran down her spine, despite the warmth of the room.
Her breath caught in her throat, her lungs aching with every shallow inhale. Her thumb hovered over the screen as if she had just deleted the message; maybe it would erase the fear crawling up her spine.
She had known this would happen.
She had known he was never truly gone.
But seeing him again hearing his voice, the same cruel tone she thought she’d buried with her past it felt like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.
Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. The pain, She welcomed it, It grounded her.
He had found her.
And he was threatening her all over
