“My parents. Me. One other person.”
“How could this sender know?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did you send the message telling me not to contact you?”
“Because the threat arrived seconds after your first call.”
Cold spread through my body.
The sender had not only followed Hannah.
They were watching our communication.
“Forward everything to me.”
Hannah hesitated.
“I don’t want Lucas dragged into this.”
“I understand.”
“No, you don’t. He has rebuilt his life. If this becomes public—”
“It won’t come from me.”
She eventually forwarded every photograph and message.
