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Sleeping inside my cabin.

Taken through the window.

The entire room goes dead silent.

No laughter.

No music.

Nothing.

My pulse roars in my ears as another photo appears.

Me unloading groceries earlier that afternoon.

Another.

Me standing outside Devil’s Brew last night.

Close enough to see my face clearly.

Humiliation slams into me first.

Then panic.

Then pure cold fear.

People start murmuring immediately.

“What the hell…”

“Who took those?”

“Jesus Christ…”

I can’t breathe properly.

I stare at the screen while heat floods my face and my chest tightens hard enough to hurt.

The drunk tourist laughs nervously. “Well damn, sweetheart. Looks like somebody likes you.”

The room shifts instantly after that.

Dangerous.

Wrong.

Because now everyone sees it too.

I force myself to move, grabbing my bag and stepping away from the bar.

I need air.

I need out.

But before I make it two steps, the entire room changes again.

Silence spreads outward in a wave.