I get my phone and I open my text messages. I scroll down to the text that I received from a strange number the very day that I left the rehab, the same day that I moved in with Karina.
I tried to track the number but it was untraceable. I assumed that it was one of dad's shady business partners who didn't know what he was talking about and I tried to push the chilling message from my head. I was always looking over my shoulder but I never really expected those people to come after me.
And the worst part is that I have no idea what they're talking about.
I talked to Dad a day before he died and he didn't give me anything or talk about any package. I don't understand why anyone would assume that I have something from him.
I glance at the wall clock.
It's a few minutes past one in
