Chapter 97. Please, Someone, Help!

KEIRA’s POV

I wished it was not real. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, I hoped that this photo I was staring at was completely fake and a prank to scare me. I desperately wished for that. But I was very well aware of the reality. The photo was real.

My hands trembled as I stared at the phone, owl-eyed, in shock and disbelief. My eyes trailed to the number that had sent me the photo. It was an unknown number, and I could not trace back to it or even text a reply.

I stared at the photo, trying to make out the contents.

The photo was taken from a distance, but it was still clear enough to reveal my features. I wore my favorite blue hoodie, a checkered skirt, and black leggings. My hair was tied up in a messy bun, and I had a large tote bag slung over my shoulder. This was the outfit I had worn to Clint's office today. There was no mistaking it.

 In the background, I could see the entrance to my apartment building. The time stamp on the photo showed