ELENA PETERS

My eyes were still fixed on Vince's phone. My heart was shaky, racing with millions of questions and emotions.

“What is it?” Vince asked again. A dark edge tainting his voice. He still had the unhinged and hooded look in his eyes.

I ignored him. He came closer to me. Making my breathing hitch.

His cologne filled my nose. Intoxicating me with the intense scent. It made it harder for me to speak.

“Did you see something terrifying in my phone?”

I couldn’t ...