Chapter 100 ~ Only the strong survive

Zoe’s breath hitched as she stumbled back, her eyes widening in shock and terror. The masked man stepped inside, his presence dominating and suddenly a large space felt too small.

She clutched the knife in her hand, her knuckles white with the force of her grip.

"Who sent you?" she demanded, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound strong. "What do you want?"

The masked man didn’t answer. Instead, he took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his gloved fingers flexing as if warming up for an early morning exercise. His silence was more terrifying than any words he could have spoken.

“Was it Rose?” She trembled. She hid the phone behind her hoping Franchesca would open her voicemail on time.

“You don’t get to ask questions, sweetheart.” He took another step forward.

Zoe’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with desperate thoughts. She couldn’t put a finger on who sent the man before her. No matter how much she tried, she had too many people she had offended and couldn’