I didn’t reply.
I couldn’t.
My hands were shaking too much to even type.
I slowly texted him back:
“What do you mean?”
The typing bubble appeared instantly.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Finally, he replied:
“I can hear you walking.”
I felt my stomach drop.
I was still upstairs.
Not moving.
Not making a sound.
Before I could answer, another message came through.
“Stop.”
I froze.
My eyes were locked on my phone screen.
Then—
From downstairs…
A loud thud.
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