The ominous message, "I know what you did," echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain. It was a stark reminder of the skeletons in his closet, secrets he had believed were buried deep in the past. Panic gnawed at him as he contemplated who might be behind this chilling threat. Had someone uncovered his darkest misdeeds, deeds that he had thought were long forgotten?
Fear was an unwelcome companion that clung to him as he crawled out of bed, his body still aching from the encounter. The room felt like a prison, and he needed to escape its confines, to seek solace and safety elsewhere.
Jonathan staggered to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face in an attempt to calm his frayed nerves. The reflection in the mirror revealed a man unhinged, haunted by his past actions and uncertain of what lay ahead.
