The Hockey Star's Remorse
Finally, a response appeared on the screen.
The reply was terse, chilling. "No. He’s not the one you should be worried about."
My stomach dropped, and I felt a knot of fear tightening in my chest. I could hardly breathe as I fired back, "Is this Bruce?"
The seconds dragged on, each moment stretching out like an eternity, until the reply finally came, "Hi, Coco. You’re playing hard to get, but I’ll find you eventually."
I stared at the screen, heart pounding in my ears. The message was a sinister promise, and I had no doubt that he was capable of fulfilling it. I felt the weight of my vulnerability, and it crushed me.