chapter twenty-four

**Emily POV**

My heart was racing; I didn't know what to do. What if I told Tyler, and it made things worse? And who could it be? Does Paul know where I am, or does he?

Damn it! Whoever left this might be connected to Ethan's death. How did someone manage to get in here? Someone very close! Who could that person be?

What if they were still in the house? It wasn't possible since there were only me, Tyler, Justin, Caroline, and Emma, who should have returned from her trip to visit her niece.

How would I know what to do? How could I do anything being pregnant?

I can't put myself at risk, and whoever left this here knows our every move and knew we would be at Ethan's funeral. And how could I sleep knowing there's a psychopath nearby?

Tyler entered the room; I impulsively hid the letter under the pillow.

"You should rest a bit; it was stressful," he said passing by me.

"Is stress the only thing you feel after losing your friend?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"And tiredness," he said witho