The next morning I woke up early, before the sun had fully risen over the city. Damien was still asleep beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. I watched him for a moment, grateful for his steady breathing. But the fear from last night’s phone call wouldn’t leave me alone. I needed answers. I needed to face the man who had attacked me.
I slipped out of bed quietly, wrote a short note for Damien, and took a cab straight to the police station. The morning air felt cold against my skin. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking the entire ride.
At the station, I told the desk officer everything again, the new call, the threat, They took me seriously this time. Two detectives sat with me in a small room, writing notes while I repeated every word I could remember.
“We’re tracing the numbe
