AISHA
LIGHTS WERE turned on around the center of the underground parking lot. I positioned my car not very far from the elevator, so I just had to walk for a minute.
But receiving that text…
What was that?
I looked at my phone and grabbed it firmly in my hand.
The text was clear, and I read it again and again until what once was a crawling feeling in my body turned into worry… then fear.
I can see you from here. I miss you.
Who could this be?
Spencer?
But he doesn’t know my number. I did not give him my digits either. We just communicated online.
Who could this person be?
I walked near my car while looking behind me. Looking in front of me, on both sides and then behind me. Checking if there were people inside their car watching every single movement that I made.
But ther
