Maya drove into the estate with a heavy heart, her phone clutched tightly in her hand as she stepped out. The message was still there, glowing back at her like a cruel reminder: “You don’t deserve this life. Be careful at your party. It won’t end the way you think.”

Her steps slowed as she entered the lounge where her parents were sitting. Mrs. Denovan was speaking softly to Mr. Denovan about the guest list, her fingers tapping against the armrest as she considered names, but the moment she saw Maya’s pale expression, she stopped.

“Maya? What is it?” her mother asked, standing immediately.

Maya swallowed hard and extended the...