The crumpled note trembled between my fingers. ‘My last act of love was to insist no more.
What did it mean? A shudder ran through me as I looked at the limp body in the bathtub.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
A dark silhouette slipped inside, slowly approaching.
Panic swept through me as a guttural laugh tore through the silence.
-So you found her? -A rough voice whispered behind me. It was an act of love to release her from suffering.
I turned sharply, but there was no one there. Only the note that now read: ‘Next will be you’.
A piercing scream escaped my throat.