I stared at the message until the words blurred.
You should have stayed gone.
My fingers tightened around my phone.
“Maisie, what’s wrong?” Victoria asked.
I turned the screen towards her. The colour drained from her face.
“Get in the car. Now.”
I climbed inside, and Victoria locked the doors.
“Do you recognise the number?”
“No.”
“Don’t reply.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
She reached for her phone. “I’m sending this to your mother.”
“No.”
Victoria stared at me. “Someone just threatened you.”
“It isn’t exactly a threat.”
“Seriously?”
I looked at the message again. “Fine. It’s a threat.”
My father, Amelia, Daniel or Nancy could have sent it. Daniel’s warning echoed through my mind.
Your father isn’t going to let this go.
“Do you think Daniel sent it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but
