Claire's POV

Police sirens can be heard in the distance as the night air moved through the cracks of my apartment window. At 9:15 PM, I closed my journal with such force that the leather cover banged against the pages. On the table opposite me was the note that had "Trust no one," the letters zigzagged and black on the surface.

As I leaned forward to grab my phone, Damian’s text had just popped up on my screen. “Hey Claire, had to book a last minute flight out for a client ...