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For several long seconds, Jackson simply stared at the message. His thumb hovered over the screen, almost as if he expected more words to appear. Nothing did. The message remained exactly as it was. Matthew couldn't stop it. Roy knows where you are. A cold knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Melissa noticed the color leave his face. "Jackson?" He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he read the message again, searching for something—anything—that might suggest it was a prank or a mistake. But there was nothing. No punctuation. No signature. No explanation. Just six words that carried more weight than an entire paragraph. "Jackson," Melissa repeated, this time more firmly. He turned the phone toward her. She took it from his hand. The moment she finished reading, her breathi
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