WHY ME
She had wanted it to be over.
And yet, deep down?
She had known better.
Adrian’s voice pulled her back.
“You’re reading that message for the fifth time.”
Ayesha exhaled, turning to him. “Because it doesn’t make sense.”
Leena, sitting cross-legged on the couch, raised an eyebrow. “It makes perfect sense. There’s always another mess.”
Ravi, tapping away at his tablet, added, “Who even sent it? No traceable IP, no signature.”
Ayesha’s fingers drummed against the table.