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Wednesday, June 25th, 2025

Alicia knew it before the clock struck seven.

She stood on her balcony with a cup of coffee in her hand, looking at the trees behind her apartment block. The forest looked peaceful. Too peaceful. As if it were hiding something. The building was old and grey, with cracked walls and identical balconies lined up one after another. The neighborhood was quiet, but it felt lifeless, as if nothing ever truly changed there.

She told herself she was being dramatic.

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

She took a sip of coffee. Her hands stayed steady.

Until they didn't.

Ten minutes. That was all she needed. Ten quiet minutes before the noise began. Before the children arrived. Before the teachers filled the corridors. Before the whispers started. Before everything.

Alicia went back inside. The apartment felt strangely cold despite the warm weather outside.

Her husband was sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone. Her almost grown-up sons were already dressed and getting ready for the day. Nobody looked at her. Nobody said good morning.

That was not unusual.

But today, the silence felt different.

It felt intentional.

She waited for a comment. A complaint. A simple question. Anything.

Nothing came.

Her husband did not even raise his eyes from the screen.

Something is wrong, she thought.

She got dressed carefully. A navy-blue dress. Light makeup. Comfortable shoes.

Alicia tied her dark hair into a low ponytail and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She had calm brown eyes, but they were always alert, as if she was constantly watching for something. Her skin was pale and her face showed very little emotion.

"You look fine," she whispered to her reflection. "You look normal. Nobody would ever suspect anything."

She grabbed her handbag and left.

Outside, the neighborhood was slowly waking up. The pavements were cracked and worn. The apartment balconies had lost their color years ago. Somewhere nearby, a child was crying.

Mrs. Joanna was walking her terrier.

"Good morning," Alicia said with a forced smile.

"Last day of school?" the woman asked.

"Finally," Alicia replied.

Her voice sounded strange. Too cheerful. Too excited.

As she walked away, she felt it again.

That pressure in her chest.

The memory of looking at Leo, her younger son, during breakfast.

Michael, her older son, had barely spoken.

And then there was her husband.

The silence.

They know.

The thought appeared suddenly and made her stomach tighten.

No. That's impossible.

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 continued moving around her.

A man crossed the street.

A cyclist rang his bell.

A bird sang from a nearby tree.

But all the sounds seemed distant and muffled, 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 hated you.

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.

Her stomach twisted painfully.

She looked around.

Was someone watching her?

A window across the street.

The curtains slightly open.

A parked car with dark windows.

A man tying his shoes near a bench.

Someone.

It had to be someone.

Her phone vibrated once more.

Tick-tock.

She almost dropped it.

It's a joke, she told herself.

Someone is trying to scare you.

But her body knew better.

She had seen that number before.

Late at night.

Months ago.

Blocked.

Deleted.

Forgotten.

Or at least she thought it had been forgotten.

Another message arrived.

I'm done keeping quiet.

Her knees felt weak.

If they found out, everything would be over.

Her job.

Her marriage.

Her relationship with her children.

Her reputation.

Everything.

She started walking again, trying to appear normal.

The school building appeared at the end of the street.

Solid.

Familiar.

Safe.

Or at least it used to be.

Her phone vibrated again.

Last chance.

Alicia stopped in front of the school gates.

Children ran past her, laughing loudly.

Parents stood in small groups, talking about summer plans.

Teachers greeted one another with smiles and friendly conversations.

Everything looked normal.

So painfully normal.

She opened the final message.

Tell them yourself. Or I will.

For a moment, Alicia stared at the school doors.

She imagined walking inside and confessing everything.

Ending the lies.

Telling the truth.

Accepting whatever happened next.

The idea terrified her.

Because the truth could destroy her life.

And whoever was sending those messages knew it perfectly well.

The school bell rang.

The familiar sound echoed across the playground.

Students hurried inside.

Teachers followed them.

The day was beginning.

Alicia took a deep breath, forced a smile onto her face, and walked through the doors.

Nobody noticed her shaking hands.

Nobody noticed the fear hidden 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.