“You had another time with your trainer again?”
My blood ran cold. I stared at the words, thumb frozen over the screen. Who sent this? How did they know? My mind flashed straight to Jake. Ryan’s sister’s new husband. The one time we had in the restroom on his wedding night, and how he has been calling me ever since. Those persistent texts. It had to be him. No one else would send something like this.
I glanced upstairs. No sound from the bedroom. Ryan must already be asleep. My hands felt clammy as I slipped out the back door into the cool night air. The backyard light clicked on automatically, casting a pale glow over the grass. I dialed the number with shaking fingers, keeping my voice low, almost a whisper.
“Jake? Is this you?” I asked when he picked up. “What do you want from me? I’
