Lilian ~
Edwin’s typing bubble pops up… then disappears. Pops up again. Stops. My stomach twists tight. He’s panicking. I can feel it even through the text.
Then the message lands.
*Don’t answer Daniel again. I’ll handle him.*
Just that. Short. Hard. Like a door slamming.
Another one follows fast.
*Stay in the car. Do NOT go home. I’m coming.*
He still thinks this is my car. He doesn’t know Daniel sent his own driver to pick me up. My thumb hovers. I want to type back *I’m not safe* or *he has videos too* but my fingers won’t move right. Everything feels slow and too loud - my heartbeat in my ears, the low hum of the engine, the leather seat sticking to the backs of my thighs.
I glance at the driver through the rearview. He’s watching the road, face blank. Doesn’t say a word. Proba
