A message arrived early that day, just past sunrise. It landed on the screen when most people still slept.
Unknown: "Meet me. Today. Noon. The old library on Oak Street. Come alone. Tell no one. Or the dean gets everything. - P"
My eyes stayed fixed on the screen, tension twisting inside me. Years passed since anyone walked through the library doors - left empty, gathering dust. No money ever arrived to fix it up. Far from school grounds, tucked away where silence takes over. A spot like that hides things well.
Maybe it's time to speak up. Talking to Daniel could help, though Ella might understand better. Even reaching out to campus security is an option worth considering. Doing nearly anything feels easier than walking into that room.
I Texted Back Why Should I
Right away, it answered. Quickly came the reply.
