Liliana
My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I stared at the photo on my phone. Someone had been in our bedroom. Someone had stood close enough to touch me while I slept, close enough to hurt me, and I'd been completely unaware.
The violation of it made my skin crawl. I checked every lock in the house twice, then pulled all the curtains closed, even though it was broad daylight. The manor that had become my sanctuary now felt like a trap.
I tried calling Mikhail, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic clawed at my chest as I paced the kitchen, clutching my phone. Where was he? What if whoever sent this photo had taken him too?
I forwarded the threatening message to him, my fingers trembling as I typed. "Someone was in our room last night. Come home. Please."
The silence of the empty ho
