After another few minutes had passed in the quiet atmosphere, a vibration in her pocket of her chest made her froze instantly.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
"Please let it be him." She mumbled, hoping her WiFi she had left on to keep her alert of his text all this while wouldn't go to waste.
She slipped out the phone. The notification was from an account with a name so strange she could barely pronounce it. No profile photo too.
She glanced at Annabelle, who was engrossed in the TV, watching a movie as usual to keep the mood light-hearted with Selina previously managing to stay afloat.
"Who is this?" she whispered.
She clicked the thread.
Unknown: Nobody will listen to you unless I admit it was a fake. Cry about your innocence all you want—it won't matter without me. What happened earlier it's just the beginning.
Selina's brows snapped together at such mockery and audacity. Despite the humiliation in this, she could comprehend one thing.
