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The message disappears.
The silence that follows feels heavier than it should.
I let out a breath and start to turn when the phone vibrates in my hand.
I freeze.
This wasn’t part of the instructions. Who would be texting this phone?
I look down at the screen.
A new message has appeared.
No number. No name.
Just text.
Delaney Cross didn’t listen. Finish it tonight.
