Getting my school work done that afternoon proved to be more difficult than I had hoped. My mother’s note was burning a hole in my pocket as I sat at our dining room table. My room didn’t feel safe anymore, at least not without Alex here, not until I knew how she was getting in. I’d moved the stone to my desk drawer with the others, but the note was not something I could put out of sight and out of my mind so easily.
Seems your man’s finally showing his true colours. I think it’s about time you and I had a chat. Maybe then you’ll take me more seriously. Tonight, 8pm. The note had read, and as much as I wished it wouldn’t, time continued to pass, bringing 8pm closer and closer. Part of me wanted to hear her voice again, part of me was terrified of what she was capable of. Did she have som
