The next day.
DING
An alarm bell as I walked
into my apartment.
Sender unknown.
“I’m watching you.”
I know.
“I’m getting
restless.”
My palms began to sweat.
“Time to say goodbye.”
He was at the top of the list. I hadn’t forgotten. I had ignored it.
I called Luke. He didn’t pick up. I called him again. He didn’t pick up. I called him again. He didn’t pick up. I…
DING
A new message.
A video.
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