Merci de consulter vos emails!
Hailey felt like she'd been punched in the gut. Who could have accessed her work, and how did they know her so intimately? The notes seemed to be written by someone who understood her on a profound level, as if they were a part of her own inner monologue.
"Meet me at the old oak in the town square at midnight. Come alone."
As the days passed, more files arrived, each one containing pieces of her life she'd thought were long buried. The sender seemed to know everything about her, from her favorite childhood memories to her darkest secrets.