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Wednesday, June 25th, 2025

Alicia knew it long before the clock struck seven.

She stood on the balcony of her apartment with a cup of coffee in her hand, looking at the trees behind the building. The forest seemed peaceful. Too peaceful. As if it were hiding something.

The apartment block was old and grey. Cracks ran across the walls, and every balcony looked exactly the same. The neighbourhood was quiet, but it felt frozen in time, as if nothing ever really changed there.

A light breeze moved the leaves. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked. The city was slowly waking up.

Alicia took a sip of coffee and looked at the sky.

In a few hours, she would be standing in front of her students for the last time before the summer holidays.

Most teachers loved the final day of school. Alicia usually did too.

Students would be excited about the long break ahead. Teachers would finally have time to rest. Parents would come to collect report cards and attend short meetings. The corridors would be full of laughter, conversations and goodbyes.

Normally, she enjoyed that atmosphere.

This year was different.

For weeks, she had been counting the days until the end of the school year. Now that the day had finally arrived, she felt no relief.

Only anxiety.

She told herself she was being dramatic.

Summer mornings were always beautiful. The sky was blue. The air was warm. The streets below were calm and almost empty.

Taking another sip of coffee, she noticed that her hands were steady. Until they weren't.

A slight tremor passed through her fingers.

Ten minutes.

That was all she wanted.

Ten quiet minutes before the noise started. Before the students filled the hallways. Before the teachers gathered in the staff room. Before the whispers. Before everything.

Alicia finished her coffee and stepped back inside. The warmth of the morning disappeared immediately.

The apartment seemed colder than it should have been. The smell of toast still hung in the air.

Her husband sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone. His face was expressionless.

Michael, her older son, was drinking tea while reading something on his screen. At eighteen, he was almost an adult. Recently, he had become quieter, spending more time alone and speaking less during family meals.

Leo, two years younger, was finishing his breakfast. Usually, he talked constantly about school, friends or football.

Not today.

Nobody looked at her.

Nobody said good morning.

That wasn't unusual.

But today, the silence seemed deliberate.

Alicia waited for someone to say something. A complaint. A question. A simple comment about the weather. Anything. Nothing came.

Her husband didn't even raise his eyes from the screen.

Something is wrong, she thought.

The idea settled heavily in her stomach.

She walked to the bedroom and got dressed for work. A navy-blue dress. Light make-up. Comfortable shoes. Simple. Professional. Ordinary.

Standing in front of the mirror, she tied her dark hair into a low ponytail. Calm brown eyes stared back at her. Her face revealed almost nothing.

"You look fine," she whispered.

The woman in the mirror looked like every other teacher preparing for the last day of school. Responsible. Reliable. Normal. Nobody would ever suspect a thing.

For a moment, she held her own gaze. Then she grabbed her handbag and left.

Outside, the neighbourhood was becoming busier. Several children were already walking with their parents. Cars moved slowly along the narrow streets. A delivery van stopped outside a small grocery store.

Mrs Joanna was walking her terrier as usual.

"Good morning," Alicia said with a smile.

"Good morning. Last day of school?"

"Finally."

The answer sounded too cheerful.

Mrs Joanna laughed.

"I bet you're looking forward to the holidays."

"You have no idea."

The conversation lasted only a few seconds, but Alicia felt exhausted by the effort of acting normal. She continued towards the school. The route was familiar.

She had walked the same streets hundreds of times. Past the bakery. Past the playground. Past the bus stop where students often waited in the mornings. Everything looked exactly as it always had. Yet something felt different.

The pressure in her chest returned. Her thoughts drifted back to breakfast. The way Leo had avoided looking at her. The way Michael had remained silent. The way her husband had ignored her completely. They know.

The thought appeared suddenly. Alicia immediately pushed it away.

No.

That's impossible. Nobody knows. Nobody can know. Her phone vibrated in her hand. She froze. An unknown number. But it wasn't really unknown. Her heart started beating faster before she even opened the message.

Bitch.

The world carried on around her. A cyclist rang his bell. A woman crossed the street carrying shopping bags. Birds sang somewhere above her. But all the sounds seemed distant, as if she were underwater.

Not today, she thought. Please, not today. The phone vibrated again.

I'm going to tell them everything.

Her mouth became dry. Everything? Another message appeared.

They will hate you.

She stopped walking. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. Nobody knew. Nobody could know. She had been careful. Very careful. Her fingers trembled as she typed a reply.

Who is this?

The answer came immediately.

You know who it is.

Alicia's stomach twisted. She looked around. A window across the street. Curtains slightly open. A parked car with dark windows. A man tying his shoes near a bench. Someone. Someone was watching her. Her phone vibrated again.

Tick-tock.

She nearly dropped it. It's a joke, she told herself. Someone is trying to scare you. But deep down, she knew better. She had seen this number before. Late at night. Months ago. Blocked. Deleted. Forgotten.

Or at least she thought it had been forgotten. Another message appeared.

I'm done keeping quiet.

Her knees weakened. If the truth came out, everything would be over. Her job. Her marriage. Her relationship with her sons. Everything. She forced herself to keep walking.

At the end of the street, the school building finally came into view. Large. Familiar. Safe. Or at least it used to be. The phone vibrated once more.

Last chance.

Alicia stopped in front of the school gates. Children ran past her laughing. Parents stood in small groups talking about summer plans. Teachers greeted one another with smiles. Everything seemed normal. Painfully normal. She opened the final message.

Tell them yourself. Or I will.

For a moment, she stared at the entrance. She imagined walking inside and confessing everything. No more lies. No more secrets. Just the truth.

The thought terrified her. Because the truth could destroy her life. And whoever was sending those messages knew it perfectly well.

The school bell rang. Students hurried inside. Teachers followed. The day had begun. Alicia took a deep breath and forced a smile onto her face. Then she walked through the doors.

Nobody noticed her shaking hands. Nobody noticed the fear behind her calm expression. Nobody knew that her entire world was hanging by a thread.

But by the end of the day, someone's life would be ruined.

She just didn't know if it would be hers.