Martin grabbed it so fast he nearly dropped it.Same Unknown number."One hour fifty-three minutes. Seven minutes left. She's walking back now. You'll know soon enough if you made the right choice."Martin stared at the message. The mysterious texter was watching Taylor. Tracking her. Following her. Who were they? Before he could respond, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Slow. Hesitant.They stopped at his door.Martin held his breath before he opened the door.Taylor stood there, her eyes red and swollen. Her hair was messy. She'd been crying."I came back," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Martin stepped aside. She walked in slowly, like she was entering a stranger's home. She sat on the chair by the window. Martin closed the door and stood across from her, giving her space.Silence stretched between them."I walked for two hours," Taylor finally said. "Just walked. Through the city. Didn't even know where I was going." She looked up at him. "I kept thinking about