Ayla’s POV
I stared at the message, my heart hammering against my ribs. Someone knew who was threatening me. Someone had information that could end this nightmare.
But they wanted me to come alone.
Every rational part of my brain screamed that this was a trap. That whoever sent this message was probably the same person who had been terrorizing me all day. But what if it wasn't? What if this was someone who had actually seen something, someone who could help but was too scared to come forward publicly?
I needed to know. I had to know who was doing this to me.
I glanced up at Derek and Sienna, who were still deep in conversation about what to tell the coordinators tomorrow. Neither of them had noticed my reaction to the message. Good. If they knew about this, they would never let me go
