Zoe's POV
I returned home with my stomach in knots. The meeting with Garrett replayed in my head like a scratched CD—skipping, repeating, distorting every word until it sounded more sinister than it probably was. The blackmailer wanted to meet with me. That should have brought a little relief since it was Garrett, someone I trusted. Instead, it felt like a threat. A warning.
The house felt too quiet when I walked in—too still. The kind of stillness that made you hyper-aware of every creak in the ceiling and every tick of the clock. I dropped my bag on the console table and stood there for a moment, staring into nothing.
What if this was a game? What if they were watching?
