Inside was one photograph.
A photograph of me sleeping.
And behind it, written in black ink, were six words that made my whole body go cold:
“Now you will do exactly this.”
What do you think Adrian wanted from me?
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I woke up alone.
For a few seconds, I did not understand where I was.
The hotel room was too quiet. The curtains were half closed, the morning light was pale, and the space beside me in the bed was empty.
Adrian was gone.
No goodbye.
No note on the mirror.
No sound from the bathroom.
Nothing.
At first, I tried to calm myself.
