Bianca froze. At first, she sat, her heart hammering in her chest, her vision going black at the corners. But then, she straightened up and took a deep, calming breath. A slow rage was building up in her.

They were back at it, she thought furiously, threatening her. terrorising her. She knew how terrible the consequences of these mind games could be.

Knew how she was in danger of going under, depressed and broken.

Bianca’s mind went back to the times when she had been getting photos, morphed ones; the ugly, threatening messages, the phone calls at random times of the day, all of which had left her shattered, unable...