CHAPTER 21

CARMEN

Before I could comprehend the heaviness of what this person had just said to me and how to handle the situation, the person hung up, and a text which said the exact things that the man over the phone had said popped up on my screen.

My eyes skimmed over the text I had just received from an unknown number, wondering if my brain was starting to make things up.

I looked behind me to see my mother and Dave – the only people who knew about the incident. They couldn’t have possibly sent the text; I was with them.

A floating bar showed on the bottom of the screen; a sure sign that the person behind the unknown number was typing. Then, another text came in.

‘I’m quite curious, though; why did you do it? Why did you kill him?’

I gasped, my hand going up to cover my mouth.

Someone else knew, and it was either because my mother had told them about it, or they had found out about it coincidentally.

‘Who are you?’ I texted frantically, sending it and biting my nails nervously.

“This is bad.