Nora's POV
"What?" I gasped as I stared at my phone screen, my hands trembling with fear.
What was this? Why was Mark doing this to me? Did I have to die to be rid of him?
I felt wetness on my lap and realized that I had started crying. I swiped off tears on my face and forced myself to continue reading the post.
"Help! My girlfriend is missing. I don't know where she is but I know she is alive. She is Nora, twenty-six, has long black hair and black eyes. If anyone sees her or knows anything about her whereabouts, kindly reach out to me." I let out a long hiss as I finished reading.
Was he kidding? Help? Who needed help between the two of us? I wondered how he got money to pay off a blogger, knowing that he didn't have any and neither did he have friends in the journalism industry.
