Amara's heart jumped into her stomach when her phone screen lit up, and she saw Elias name on the screen.
She didn't pick up.
Her hand hovered above the device until the ringing ended. The next thing that followed was a soft vibration against her palm. It was a text from him.
"You changed your door lock." The text read. He had sent so many others that she had just ignored for days.
A dull ache began to form behind her temples. She exhaled deeply, and air caught in her throat halfway out. For a long second, she just sat there on her bed motionless, staring at the words on her screen as if they'd rearrange into something less accusing.
Then she pushed her laptop aside, stood up, and forced her legs to move.
By the time she got downstairs, her hands were trembling.
The house was dim. She reluctantly switched on her lights. Her pulse pounded against her chest.
