First message
The door rattles. Your phone lights up with six missed calls and a new text
Guess who’s home, baby? Thought you could forget about me that easy? His voice in your head is the same as the last night you saw him — low, intense, with a dangerous edge “I been counting down the days, thinking about you. Every. Single. Night.”
You remember the way he’d look at you like you belonged to him, and that look is right here in his words “Don’t act like you moved on. I know who you been talking to. I know where you’ve been. I always know”. A pause before another message “I did my time, now it’s our time. You gonna open the door or make me come in?”