C24 Twenty-four

Medora

“I thought you had a job,” Clyde asked, breaking his focus from the video game he’d been glued to all afternoon.

“I thought so too,” I replied, tucking my phone into my pocket.

It had been weeks since those eerie texts. No more messages, no break-ins, but the fear still lingered. The thought of moving back to my place only to have something happen—someone break in