Elizabeth's POV

The cafeteria buzzed with its familiar chaos: the rhythmic clatter of metal trays, the vibrant laughter of students echoing off the walls, creating an environment of youthful energy. Yet, amidst the symphony of noise, I was cloaked in a heavy silence, my mind swirling in a thick, impenetrable fog. My phone was still gripped tightly in my hand beneath the table, the glow of the screen a stark reminder of the message that had shattered my peace:

*Good girl. Don’t let him ...