I stared blankly at the text on my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. The message from Alex was brief and direct. “Come to the mansion. Now.”
It wasn’t unusual for him to text me like this, but there was something about the tone, or perhaps my own escalating anxiety that felt off. I read it again several times, wondering if it was meant for me or if he had sent it as a mistake. Either way, I felt compelled to go.
The thought of confronting him unannounced filled me with a strange mix of fear and anger. My instincts screamed at me to ignore it, but my curiosity or perhaps desperation always won.
Grabbing my jacket, I slipped out of the house, dread settling over me like a heavy fog.
The mansion loomed ahead, an imposing structure screaming wealth and secrecy. I parked my car a safe d
