The next morning, Adam came into the office earlier than usual. He barely slept. The message from the unknown number had replayed in his mind again and again, each time leaving him more restless.
This is only the beginning.
The words had a way of digging into his chest, cold and sharp. Whoever was behind it wasn’t just watching. They were controlling the game.
Adam tried to look normal. He greeted people with quiet nods, pretended to focus on his files, and avoided eye contact with anyone who might notice the unease in his eyes. Inside, though, his mind was spinning.
He wanted to tell Emily. She deserved to know there was another photo, another threat. But how could he reach her now? After yesterday’s warning, after she said they needed to keep
