Someone Knows

VANESSA

The drive home was a haze, each streetlight a streak of pale yellow against the darkening sky. My grip on the steering wheel was vice-like, my palms slick with sweat as the low hum of the engine barely registered over the relentless pounding in my ears. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning, wouldn’t stop replaying the words in that email, each line a brick building a wall of dread around me.

Som