Chapter 1 — Ava
Apartment 12 had always felt safe.
The old building wasn't fancy, but I loved it. The creaky floors, tiny balcony, and the little café downstairs felt like home. Until three weeks ago.
The first note arrived on a Tuesday.
"You look beautiful in yellow."
I stared at the folded paper on my kitchen counter.
I had worn yellow that day.
My stomach dropped.
No name. No explanation.
At first I laughed it off. Maybe someone from work. Maybe a joke.
Then more appeared.
"You sing while making coffee."
"You should lock your windows at night."
I stopped laughing.
Because no one should know those things.
No one except someone watching.
