ANNY
The message arrives seventeen seconds after Oliver kisses me.
By sunrise, a security team has searched the garden, our phones, and every camera connected to the house.
They find nothing.
The camera facing the old oak lost two minutes of footage, replaced by a perfect loop of the empty garden. The message came from a number that stopped existing as soon as Oliver tried to call it.
He replaces the security company, disconnects the internal cameras, and orders another sweep of the staff records. None of it changes the fact that someone saw a private moment almost as it happened.
Whoever is watching us does not need to stand outside our gate.
Three days later, Oliver still believes we should cancel lunch with Matheus and Valentina.
“Staying locked inside won’t make us safer,” I te
