The house comes into view, and I take the sidewalk that leads to the porch.

“I just love you guys so much and would be destroyed if she harms you. I’m struggling with wanting to be there and here at the same time.”

“I know, and I hate that you feel that way. But I promise, I’m doing my best to keep us safe too. But anyway, my break is over now, so I gotta get back to work,” she says.

“Alright, fine, but you know what would make me feel better?”

“What’s that?”

I pause for a few seconds. “If you shared your iPhone location with me. That way, if I can’t get ahold of you or if something goes wrong, I can at least see where you are.”

She laughs. “Fine. I’ll share it when we hang up.”

“Thank you. Love you, sis.”

“Love you too,” she says and ends the call.

I suck in a deep breath, then walk into the house. Immediately, I hear music playing in Everleigh’s room and find her carefully hanging clothes that arrived in her inventory order yesterday. I give her a kiss, and she’s all smiles. I have to force myself not to show my anger, but she notices.

“Uh-oh, what happened?”

I slowly close my eyes before meeting hers, trying to compose myself so I don’t sound like a paranoid maniac like when I called Annie.

“I got another text.”

Everleigh shakes her head. “More threats?”

“And photos,” I say, handing her the phone so she can see for herself.

“Did you forward them to the detective?”

“Not yet. I will right now,” I say, attaching screenshots and sending them in an email. I sit on the edge of the bed, and Everleigh gets back to work, but I can feel her mood shift.

“I hate that bitch,” she mutters. “I swear, I’m going to hunt her down myself if she doesn’t stop. I’m tired of this. Right when things are lookin’ up, she comes right back into the picture and ruins everything.”

“I know, I’m sorry. This is my fault.”

Her brows furrow. “No, it’s not. You didn’t ask for her to constantly harass you like this. I just hate that no one can do anything about it. It’s so damn frustrating.”

“I think she knows she’s under my skin, but I think it irritates her even more that I don’t respond. She has nothing to feed off when I ignore her, so she keeps trying, hoping I’ll crack,” I say.

Everleigh sets down the extra hangers she was holding, then comes closer to me. I wrap my arms around her waist, pushing her against me.

“I love you so much,” Everleigh whispers, threading her fingers through my hair. “We’ll get through this together.”