Elizabeth’s POV

The night air was damp, the sky promising a heavy downpour. I put on my hoodie tightly around myself as I stood beneath the flickering streetlight, the meeting spot the anonymous texter had chosen. Every few seconds, I checked my phone, re-reading the single message that had dragged me out here:

“Come alone. Midnight. Else I go public with your photos”

The minutes ticked by, each one gnawing at my nerves. My eyes searched the shadows—every silhouette, every shifting ...