Azaria's hands were shaking even as the morning light began to filter through her bedroom curtains. She had not really gotten any sleep at all that night. Her mind kept spinning around a few, agonizing questions: what did that message actually mean? Who sent it? What truth did they think Theon was keeping from her?
The words seemed to be burned into the back of her eyelids: "Is he telling you the truth? How much do you know about the man you're dating, Miss Freeman?"
She had tried messaging back immediately to demand who it was that had sent it and why they had sent something so cryptic, but the message did not go through no matter what she did. She tried redialing the number, but it just led to another dead end. She tried resending her text a dozen times, but the progress bar simply froze before displaying a failed delivery icon. Nothing was working and, eventually, she decided she would ignore it entirely.
