I didn’t see Asher for two days after that night.
Not in the hallways. Not at lunch. Not even in the parking lot where he usually lurked like a shadow waiting to pounce.
And that should have made me feel better.
Should have made me feel like I had won.
But all it did was leave me restless.
Anxious.
Like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the fall.
And then, on the third day, the bottom dropped out.
⸻
It started with a text.
Unknown Number: You should have walked away when you had the chance.
A chill slithered down my spine.
I stared at the screen, my fingers tightening around my phone.
I knew it was him.
It had to be.
Because no one else knew.
No one else had a reason to warn me.
Or threaten me.
I swallowed hard, my pulse thudding in my ears as I typed out
