Lena unlocked her apartment door with trembling fingers. She shut the door and leaned against it, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. The dim glow of the streetlights filtered through the blinds, casting thin lines of shadow across the floor.
Her heels echoed against the hardwood as she walked into the living room, tossing her bag on the couch. She sank onto the cushions, burying her face in her hands. The night felt endless, her thoughts running in circles, each one sharper than the last.
Who could’ve done this?
Her mind replayed every meeting, every conversation, trying to pick apart faces and voices for something...anything, that felt off. But nothing stood out.
Her phone buzzed, startling her. She snatched it up, her heart pounding. It was a text from Grayson.
Grayson:
