Letters from the future
Keep silent, or risk everything.
By lunchtime, Ava’s thoughts had begun to spiral. She wasn’t sure she could trust her own instincts. The letters were accurate, eerie in their precision, but the stakes kept climbing. Someone she loved. Lying. RUN. The words merged into a single, sharp question: who?
When she returned to her locker, another envelope awaited her. Her stomach dropped. This one was different—smaller, almost delicate, but the handwriting was unmistakable. She ripped it open and unfolded the note.