Cyrus BlackwoodI stared at the screen for several seconds before my brain finally caught up with what my eyes were seeing. The photo was recent. Painfully recent. The fluorescent hospital lighting. The pale blue blanket. The heart monitor beside the bed.Wren's mother.Sleeping.My stomach twisted violently. Beside the image was a single message from an unknown number.Stop running away if you want to see her alive.For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The words seemed to burn themselves into my brain as I read them again and again, hoping they would somehow change. They didn't.Slowly, I turned the phone toward Wren.The moment her eyes landed on the screen, all the color drained from her face. Her entire body went rigid. "No..." The whisper barely reached my ears. Her fingers trembled as she took the phone from my hand. "No. No, no, no..." I watched her stare at the picture. At her mother. At the message.Again.And again.Like if she looked long enough, it would somehow stop being re
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