Abigail stepped into her bedroom and shut the door behind her, her back pressed against the smooth wood as she exhaled softly.
Thankfully she had been able to act normally around Ryan and have a peaceful breakfast with Josh, but her mind still spinning from seeing Jamal.
Her gaze darted to the nightstand, where her phone lay exactly where she had left it earlier. A sliver of hesitation crawled up her spine, but she forced herself forward. She reached for the phone, her pulse hammering wildly as she unlocked the screen.
The moment she saw the messages, her heart stopped.
> Jamal: Who are you? Why are you here? We need to talk.
> Jamal: You're Abigail from five years ago, aren't you? You better respond to my text else I'm going to let EVERYONE know you're not mute!
Her throat went dry.
As though he had been staring at their chat and waiting for her to read his message, more messages followed.
> Jamal: Why didn't you tell me who you were?
