Tessa woke up before her alarm again, something that had become a pattern lately. She rolled onto her back and stared at the faint early-morning light spilling through the curtains. It was quiet. Too quiet.
She reached for her phone automatically, thumb hovering over the notifications as the memories from the past night came flashing back.
The comment was still there.
Her heart dipped, and she sat up straighter.
Something about it tugged at a nerve inside her. Hard.
“Who are you?” she whispered under her breath.
She read the comment again. And again.
The more she read it, the more her palms grew damp.
It wasn’t the words.
It was the feeling behind them, like whoever wrote it didn’t just stumble on her blog…
but followed it closely. Followed her.
She shook her head. “Maybe just
