The Girl Who Knew Too Much. 📖🌙✨

At exactly 11:47 p.m., Amara's phone vibrated beneath her pillow.

She almost ignored it.

Almost.

She was supposed to be sleeping, but her boyfriend had left her on read for three hours, and her mind wouldn't stop replaying their last conversation.

We need to talk tomorrow.

Four words.

Four terrifying words.

Amara reached for her phone.

The message wasn't from him.

It was from an unknown number.

> Don't trust Daniel.

Her stomach dropped.

Daniel.

Her boyfriend.

She stared at the screen, waiting for another message.

Nothing.

Then the phone vibrated again.

> Ask him where he was on June 12th.

Amara's heart began beating faster.

June 12th.

She knew exactly where Daniel had told her he was that day.

At school.

But something about the message made her feel cold.

She typed:

Who is this?

The reply came immediately.

> Someone who knows what happened.

Amara sat upright.

What happened?

Before she could type another word, a third message appeared.

This time, there was a photograph attached.

She opened it.

And froze.

It was Daniel.

Standing outside a house she had never seen before.

Beside a girl Amara had never met.

And the timestamp on the photograph was—

June 12th. 11:36 p.m.

Amara's fingers went numb.

Because Daniel had told her he'd been asleep by 10.

Then the unknown number sent one final message:

> You have no idea who you're dating.