“I Got Robbed! Come Fast!” — The Text That Changed Everything
I woke up at 3 a.m. to 12 missed calls and a text from my mom:
“I got robbed! Come fast!”
Panicked, I threw on clothes and drove like a maniac. She lived 15 minutes away—I made it in 8.
When she answered the door, she looked confused. Groggy. Wrapped in her old cardigan.
“I didn’t send you a text,” she said.
I showed her my phone. Her face drained of color. Without a word, she disappeared inside, then returned holding a small black box.
“This was on the porch,” she whispered.
Inside: a burner phone and a scrap of paper.
Three words:
“He’s watching us.”
I froze.
“What is this, Mom?”
“I don’t know,” she said—but her trembling voice told me otherwise.