Demolition Before the Bloom

thought nobody was watching.

My heart sank.

Patricia wasn’t acting alone.

She never had been.

At that exact moment, another message appeared on Julian’s phone.

A photograph.

Taken only minutes earlier.

My house.

My front porch.

And beneath it, a single sentence:

WE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.

PART 4: SOMEONE INSIDE THE HOUSE

I felt my knees weaken.

The photograph had been continue reading …