I froze when the reply came:
“Check your closet.”
My heart dropped. I hadn’t opened that closet in months.
I stood up slowly, every instinct in me screaming not to go — but curiosity outweighed fear.
I crept over, hand trembling as I gripped the doorknob.
It creaked open.
At first… nothing.
Then I saw it —
A small, dusty box, sitting in the corner.
I pulled it out, heart pounding.
Inside… were photos. Dozens. Of me and her. Some I recognized — birthdays, school dances — but others… I had never seen before.
And in the most recent one —
I was asleep in my bed.
Taken last night.
The phone buzzed again.
“I never left.”
