Ira had just finished bathing. Dressed in her nightwear, a towel draped over her damp hair, she walked over to her phone when it chimed.

A message.

From an unknown number.

Her brows knitted. She swiped it open.

"Ira."

Just her name. Nothing else.

What the...? She bit her lip, fingers hovering before typing a cautious reply.

Hello? Who is this?

She set the phone back on the bed, frowning, and crossed the room.

With a soft tug, she drew the blinds shut, the night pressing ...