Without answering, I went in.
He followed me into the living room.
“Lola, what happened?”
“Someone threatened her.”
His face froze.
“What?”
I showed him the messages.
He read them slowly, one by one, his expression shifting from confusion to fear.
“Did this happen after our appointment?”
“Yes.”
He gave her back the phone.
“We should call the police.”
“I already told Rachel we should do it.”
“So why are you here?”
I studied it carefully.
“Because the sender knew personal details about her. He also knew when I had called.”
He was staring at me.
“Do you think I did this?”
“I don’t know what to think.”
He slowly sank down onto the sofa.
For a moment, he looked much older than the day before.
