“Terrible,” Sarah admitted, her voice trembling. “I feel like they’re everywhere, watching me. Any moment now, they’ll break down the door, and…” Her voice cracked, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

“Did you report it to the police?” he asked gently.

She shook her head, her gaze dropping to the table. Leaving the apartment felt impossible.

“Why haven’t you gone yet?” Edward asked, his tone patient but persistent.

“How could I?” Sarah’s voice broke again. ...