Ariel’s lids unclasped slowly to the brightness of the room.

The morning sun had slipped through the curtains, casting the room in a bright orange glow.

She squinted, her eyes heavy with sleep.

She’d been awake the whole of last night — her eyes closing from time to time, but her mind reeling as she recited the message in her head over and over again.

Remembering it again made her heart jump.

Who could have sent her that message in the middle of the night?

One thing was for sure… it wasn’t Johny. Johny was sleeping beside her yesterday, drunk and heavy on sleep.

There’s no way Johny would have...