Anna's POV:

I sit on the bathroom floor with the phone in my lap and the threat text still on the screen, and I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth until the initial cold of it becomes something workable.

Someone has my personal number. Someone has known about the pregnancy long enough to build a campaign around it — the letters, the office note, the whispered rumors that are too specific to be organic, and now this. That is not random. That ...