My eyes darted from Emily’s terrified face to the glowing screen of my phone.
Unknown Number.
Just three words.
“He’s coming back.”
The color drained from Emily’s face so quickly it was as if she’d seen a ghost.
“What does this mean?” I demanded.
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she stood up so abruptly that her chair crashed backward onto the floor.
“Emily!”
Her hands were shaking violently.
“We need to leave,” she whispered.
A chill ran down my spine.
“Leave? What are you talking about? Who’s coming back?”
She stared toward the dark kitchen window as if expecting someone to be standing outside.
“You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me!”
For a moment, she looked like she might finally tell the truth.
Then she did something even stranger.
She walked to the hallway closet, reached behind a stack of old boxes, and pulled out a thick envelope I had never seen before.
My stomach dropped.
“What is that?”
She slowly handed it to me.
Inside were photographs.
Dozens of them.
Photos of me.
Photos taken years before I met Emily.
Photos from different cities.
Different jobs.
Different apartments.
My heart was racing so hard it felt painful.
“Why do you have these?”
Emily swallowed hard.
“I didn’t collect them.”
“What?”
“They were given to me.”
The room suddenly felt smaller.
“By who?”
She hesitated.
Then she whispered a name.
A name I hadn’t heard in over six years.
The name of the man responsible for destroying my life.
The same man everyone believed was dead.
Panic surged through my body.
“That’s impossible.”
“I thought so too,” she said.
“But he contacted me eight months ago.”
My knees nearly gave out.
“What do you mean he contacted you?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“He told me to get close to you.”
The words hit me like a truck.
I could barely breathe.
“He wanted information about you. He wanted to know where you lived, where you worked, who you trusted.”
The room spun.
Every memory of our relationship flashed through my mind.
Every date.
Every conversation.
Every promise.
Was all of it fake?
Emily started crying.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I fell in love with you.”
I stared at her.
I wanted to believe her.
But before I could speak, a loud crash exploded from outside.
Both of us jumped.
Then came another.
And another.
Someone was pounding on the front door.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
My heart nearly stopped.
Emily’s eyes widened with absolute horror.
“He’s here.”
The pounding grew louder.
A deep voice echoed from the other side of the door.
A voice I recognized instantly.
A voice that should have belonged to a dead man.
“Open the door.”
My blood turned cold.
Then the doorknob slowly began to turn.
To be continued in C0mments 👇
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