The city slept, but Adam couldn’t. His mind was a storm. Every sound felt like a threat, every shadow like eyes watching him. The mysterious messages from the unknown number still flashed in his head, each word burning with danger.
He had ignored the first message. Tried to convince himself it was a prank. But when the second came, with an image, the same one from before he knew whoever it was, they were serious.
The photo showed him and Emily in the reflection of a glass door. Her hand on his arm. His face too close. It was proof of everything.
By morning, he was ready to lose his mind.
He drove to the office early, hoping work would drown his thoughts. But when he stepped into his office, there was already an envelope on his desk. Plain white. No
