Chapter 60

Megra

Liza and I are packing our bags, the weight of everything that has happened is pressing down on me. The room is a mess of clothes and essentials hastily thrown into suitcases. I feel like I'm suffocating, each breath heavy with fear and uncertainty.

Liza glances at me, her eyes filled with worry. "What are we going to do, Megra? The stalker seems to be following us everywhere."

I shake my head, my mind racing. "I don't know, Liza. I just don't know."

Conor walks in, his expression grim. "Megra, I need to talk to you in private."

I feel a knot tighten in my stomach. "Liza, can you give us a minute?"

She nods reluctantly and leaves the room, casting a worried glance back at me.

Conor walks towards me, taking my hand gently. "Megra, you're not safe here. It's clear that Nathaniel can't keep you safe. Even if he wants to, the stalker seems to be focused on both you and him."

I pull my hand away, anger bubbling up inside me. "It's not about Nathaniel, and it's not his fault. He wasn'