(SANTINO’S POV)

For the past few days, my life has been falling apart piece by piece.

The message that Marcus forwarded to my phone was the beginning.

Then the strange texts followed. They were short, harmless messages that carried a tone too personal to be random. Then came the videos. None of them were threatening. They didn’t demand money, didn’t issue warnings, didn’t say why they were being sent. But they had something else. knowledge. Knowledge of me.

The sender seemed to know ...