Threats don’t shake me

Darla’s POV

The morning after the threat didn’t feel like a morning at all.

It felt like a test.

I woke up before the sun with my body tense and my mind sharp. My apartment was silent, the only sound that was heard was the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the door. I didn’t dream, I didn’t dare to.

I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, standing barefoot in front of the kitchen window and looking down at the city like I owned it, and like I might need to defend it.

The threat from last night still burned in my mind.

“You won’t make it to court alive.”

They were trying to scare me, but I didn’t flinch, and I wasn’t flinching now. Instead, I sent it to Mr. Adair to find out where the message had come from. I was going to make sure the person paid for it.

My phone buzzed and I checked. It was feedback from Mr. Adair.

“I’ve looped in a security expert and submitted the threat for federal investigation. We’ll trace it. You’re not alone in this.”

My fin