EVERYTHING HE OWED HER
Myra POV
The text was still on my phone when I woke up.
I must have read it a dozen times. I didn’t reply, didn’t delete it, and didn’t tell anyone. Once, I deleted it, then pulled it back from the trash, locked my phone, and put it away. I went through that routine twice before eight in the morning.
Be careful what you think is real.
There was no name, no context, just an unknown number. That single line sat there, sharp and irritating, like a splinter I couldn’t stop touching.