Selina: What evidence do I have? I'm too ashamed to leave my house, let alone talk to the authorities.
Unknown: What about my handkerchief? Are you not with it?
Selina: I don't have it. Why would I keep that? Are you looking for it?
Unknown: No. I'll send you a location where you'll drop the money. Don't even think about being smart. If anything goes wrong, you'll regret it. Next time, it won't just be photos—it'll be a video.
Selina's jaw clenched so hard it ached. The threat was as obscene as it was terrifying.
Selina: Okay. I won't do anything. I just want you to keep to your word. No harm. I'm waiting for the location.
"He's sick," Annabelle gasped, reading over her shoulder. "How could he even threaten you like that?"
Before they could even process the words, the man wiped the entire thread. The chat bubble vanished, leaving the screen blank. Selina didn't panic at the deleted evidence.
