It isn’t from the Unknown Sender.
It’s from…
Janelle.
Her name seems to float there, on my screen, like a
ghost.
Her phone was destroyed when she died. It had been crushed by the train.
Was this some sick joke?
I open the message, tensing up as I anticipate its contents.
He’s closer than you
think.
I shiver.
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