I stared at the photograph for a long time.
It was a clear picture. Whoever had taken it had been close enough to get my face properly but far enough that I had not noticed them. I was holding my coffee cup in the picture. I remembered buying it. I remembered standing outside for a moment because the sun had come out and it felt good after days of grey.
I had not noticed anyone watching me.
That was what sat most heavily. Not the threat in the message. Not even the photograph itself. But the fact that someone had been standing close enough to take that picture and I had felt nothing. No instinct. No unease. Nothing.
I had been completely unaware.
I forwarded the message to Ethan immediately.
His response came in less than two minutes.
Do not leave the office alone today. I am sendin
