Karen woke up the next morning, exhausted from a series of messages from a strange number. 'Mavis, it's Wade from last night. Are you alright? Who's that guy? A sugar daddy?'
Karen had a headache and before she could think of a response, another message dropped. 'Can we meet up? I really want to see you.'
'Sure, but not today. I'm too busy,' she replied drowsily, making a mental note to ask Van later for permission.
'Send your location. I'll come visit,' another message dropped, but Karen was being polite out of gratitude. He had saved her and was nice to her.
'I barely know you. Perhaps another time.'
"Chatting with him?" Van's voice rang, jolting her, and the phone dropped. This was the first time he entered her bedroom without knocking, and he looked upset.
"He saved
