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Rowan knew she needed help. Going from feeling okay to having flashbacks at least once an hour was wearing her out. She'd barely slept on Saturday night, and Sunday was just as bad. On Monday, she had only one session with a pilot, and luckily, that woman was very stable. She could easily say yes to her continued employment with the airlines.

After the session, she was in her office when she received an email that made her freeze when she opened it. The only thing in the email was a warning.

You will regret this!

That was it.

Her stomach cramped. Was this from Charles? It had to be. Who else could it be from?

Charles was taunting her again. What did he want?

She needed to think. She took her tablet with her and left the office, telling her secretary she wouldn’t be back for the day.

Guilt filled her, but she needed to get some distance and take care of the Charles thing. A cup of coffee and something to eat would help. She hadn't been eating enough. Shine had said something the other day about her not eating, and she'd told him she was fine. But she wasn't. She had started only consuming food when he was around, and now, even when he was home, she didn't want to eat.

After ordering at the coffee shop, she sat at a corner table so she could watch the door. She pulled up the email and looked at it again. It told her nothing other than someone wanted her to pay for some unknown offense. It had to be Charles, though. He was the only person she'd turned down recently. Maybe it had been sent to the wrong email address. Mistaking her work email for something else would be weird.

She tried to figure out who had sent the email, but it was some random string of numbers and letters. Was this a prank? It could be. Or it could be some weird form of spam to get information.

The door opened, and a man in a gray hoodie stepped in. His face was barely visible, just a flash of white skin.

Rowan sucked in a breath as her fear mounted. Was that Charles? He was about the right height and size. Her breathing picked up as her hands started to shake.

The man ordered, then moved so he could watch her and the barista who was making his drink. Why was he watching her?

She couldn’t get a good look at his face, but she swore it was Charles. She had to get out of there. Waiting for him to attack was dumb. Getting out alive was her priority.

Rowan took off. She heard someone yelling behind her. Was that Charles? No way would she go back. She could buy a new tablet, but if Charles got her again, she would never escape.