Rose stared at her phone, blood running cold.
Tick tock.
The message glowed ominously on the screen, taunting her with its simplicity.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the device. Her mind raced, possibilities crowding in until she couldn’t breathe.
Amy.
It had to be her.
Or… Dave.
Neither name brought comfort. Just the echo of betrayal.
A shiver ran down her spine, the weight of the message pressing into her chest like a boulder.
A warning.
A threat.
A countdown.
But to what?
She didn’t know.
Was it about her? Ella? Christian?
A wave of nausea rolled over her, and she closed her eyes, grounding herself with a slow breath. No. She wouldn’t give them that power. Whoever sent it wanted her to panic and she refused to fall apart.
Not this time.
She tightened her
