One morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently illuminating the room.George was still sleeping, but a soft sound from Zoe’s phone woke him up. Stirred from his slumber, he opened his eyes and glanced at the softly lit screen of her phone.
A new message had popped up. George knew he should respect Zoe’s privacy—it was an unspoken rule. But something powerful, a mix of curiosity and an eerie sense of unease, gripped him. He felt compelled to read it. Maybe it was his gut feeling?