Haunting-Adeline

“Oh my God.”
“Why do you ask?” Daya asks, her voice full of suspicion.
I roll my lips together, deba ng. At this point, the only thing holding me
back from telling Daya about the texts is her impending anger.
Finally building up the courage, I rush out, “Would you be able to trace
an unknown number?”
Her eyes slant. “Did he text you from one?”
Shame creeps in. I should’ve told her this sooner, but I had a weird
protec ve need to keep the texts to myself, just like with the police officer.
Now, I realize how stupid that is when Daya is one of the best hackers in
the world. Or so she says, at least.
I nod sheepishly and hand her the phone, the thread already pulled up.
She snatches it from my hand, shoo ng me a heated glare, and reads
through them.
Her eyes draw back to my own, fire licking at her pupils. “You’re just now
showing me these?”
I groan. “I know, I’m a stupid bitch. I just… I don’t know, Daya. I honestly
don’t. Can you trace them?”
“I don’t forgive you yet, but let me see.”
I don’t worry about her anger. Daya could get bit by a snake and
immediately forgive it. She’s just playing hard to get right now.
What looks like frustra on se les over her face. Her lips curve down,
and as the seconds pass by, her frown deepens. She leans closer to the
screen, s ll typing a mile a second.
A er a few minutes, she slaps her palms on the granite and leans back,
obvious anger now on her face.
“Untraceable,” is all she says.
My anxiety resurfaces. “So, this man can hack into my security cameras,
override them, and can clearly text me from an untraceable number.
Which means he probably hacked my phone and got my nudes.”
She looks up at me, and I already know my answer.
“It’s possible,” she says, though her tone conveys that it’s probable.
I drop my head to my laptop, surely pressing a bunch of keys, but I don’t
care right now. A creepy ass dude poten ally has my nudes. Worse, he
probably has video footage of me naked. I suppose it’s not the worst thing