Curtis stiffened. “What the hell?” His voice was low, but sharp.
His voice snapped me out of my shock. Disoriented, I stumbled backwards, but he caught me before I could fall. “Breathe, Amber,” he said softly, holding me tight yet gently as he guided me to the bed.
“I'm breathing. I'm fine.” I tried to sound calm, but my words came out breathy, ragged.
“Stay still. I'll get rid of it and—”
“No. I want to see what it contains. I saw the edge of a paper sticking out when it fell. There's something else in there.” I sucked in a sharp breath before continuing, my voice trembling. “I need to know what the message says.”
He nodded before retrieving the envelope and the picture.
The picture was of me in the mall, frozen in the middle of turning back. It was when I looked back to see w
