Matio Rodriguez
The apartment felt different once the sun went down.
Quieter.
Sharper.
Like the air itself was waiting for something to move.
I moved through the living room with the precision of a predator, checking each camera feed I'd installed earlier. Two new ones in
the hallway. One outside Sara's room. Invisible sensors near the stairwell. Another inside the elevator shaft.
If the stalker came within ten feet of this building, I'd know.
I'd see it.
Hear it.
End it.
But hours passed.
Nothing.
No movement.
No shadow.
No message slipped under the door.
No bouquet.
Nothing.
And that silence made my skin crawl, because silence meant planning.
Silence meant they weren't gone.
Silence meant they were getting braver.
Sara peeked into the room around 9 p.m., hugging a b
