Semua Bab LOVE AND LUST : Bab 31 - Bab 40

CHAPTER 32MIRAMira stood at her bedroom window, staring at the street below, where the morning light glinted off parked cars. It had been a week since Rachel’s tearful outburst in her living room, her choked words—“I know who’s behind the messages”—still echoing in Mira’s mind. She hadn’t gone to see Rachel since, a decision that weighed heavier with each passing day. Rachel’s anger, her tears, had felt like a wall, and Mira sensed her friend needed space to process whatever truth she’d uncovered. But the truth was a double-edged sword, and Mira wasn’t sure she was ready to face it herself. The anonymous messages, the guy in the black hoodie, the shadow of that party last summer—it was all too much, and Rachel’s discovery felt like a bomb waiting to detonate.She clutched her mom’s necklace, its familiar weight grounding her as she replayed the past week. She’d thrown herself into school, sketching in her notebook, helping Miss Katy with dinner, anything to keep her mind off the tap

CHAPTER 34 MIRA Mira stood in front of her mirror, smoothing the hem of her navy sweater, her stomach a knot of nerves. The invitation from Max had come out of nowhere—a text asking her to dinner at Rossi’s, the cozy Italian place downtown, just the two of them. She’d hesitated, her mind flashing to Ethan’s quiet jealousy and Max’s intense visit before Ethan’s hospital stay, when his hand had lingered on hers, his eyes heavy with unspoken feelings. But something in Max’s tone—earnest, almost pleading—had made her say yes. Maybe it was a chance to clear the air, to untangle the mess of emotions that had been building since the anonymous messages started, since Rachel’s tearful revelation and sudden disappearance last week. She glanced at her phone, half-expecting another message from the unknown number. Rachel’s move to the sender’s threats. She hadn’t heard from Rachel since, her phone still disconnected, her house empty. The guy in the black hoodie, and Sofia’s shaky apology loo

CHAPTER 36 MIRA Mira sat on her bed, her phone screen glowing in the dark, the words of the latest message searing into her mind: “Alliances are forming, Mira. Choose your side carefully.” Her heart pounded, her fingers clutching her mom’s necklace as she stared at the curtains hiding the night outside. The sender knew about her dinner with Max, her rejection, and now… alliances? The word felt heavy, deliberate, like a warning of something shifting around her. She thought of Max’s hurt face at Rossi’s, his confession of love, and Ethan’s steady presence through it all. But the message’s timing, coming just after Sofia’s visit to Max (as she’d later learned from Ethan), made her stomach twist. Was Sofia involved, hiding behind her apology? Or was it the guy in the black hoodie, pulling strings from the shadows? She hadn’t slept much since Rachel’s disappearance months ago,the empty house and disconnected phone line haunting her. Rachel’s choked words—“I know who’s behind it”—felt

CHAPTER 38 MIRA Mira sat at the kitchen table, her sketchbook open to a half-finished drawing of her mom’s old garden, but her pencil hadn’t moved in minutes. The morning light filtered through the window, casting soft shadows, but her thoughts were dark, tangled with the latest anonymous message: “The police won’t help you, Mira. I’m always one step ahead.” The sender’s knowledge of her dad’s visit to the police station chilled her, making her feel exposed, like the guy in the black hoodie—was watching from just beyond her sight. Rachel’s disappearance Max’s rejection Ethan’s support, and Sofia’s strange behavior swirled in her mind, each a piece of a puzzle she couldn’t solve. Dad was at work, but Miss Katy sat across from her, sipping coffee, her eyes gentle but searching. “You’re quiet this morning, sweetie,” she said, setting down her mug. “Still thinking about Rachel?” Mira nodded, her fingers tracing her mom’s necklace. “Yeah. And… everything else. Dad going to the polic

CHAPTER 40MIRAMira stood in her bedroom, adjusting her jacket in the mirror, her heart a tangle of nerves and anticipation. Ethan was due any minute to pick her up for the arcade hangout Max had texted about , a group outing that felt like a fragile attempt at normalcy. The anonymous message from last night—“The arcade won’t be fun and games, Mira. Watch your back”—had kept her awake, her mind racing with images of the guy in his black hoodie, Sofia’s nervous apology , and Rachel’s sudden disappearance. She wanted to see Ethan, to feel his steady presence, but Max’s invitation and Sofia’s involvement made her uneasy, like she was walking into a trap.She clutched her mom’s necklace, its familiar weight grounding her, but the memory of the party last summer—Sofia’s sweet drink, the dizziness, the pool—crept in, a shadow she couldn’t shake. Her dad’s visit to the police and Ethan’s interview had stirred hope, but the sender’s taunts felt like a promise that no one could protect her.