That night, Jessica woke up gasping.
Her skin was slick with sweat. Her fingers clutched the sheets like they were her only anchor to reality.
She didn't remember falling asleep. She didn't even remember lying down.
A sharp pain bloomed in her ribs as she sat up. Her head swam.
The room was dim. The hallway light poured in under the door in a thin gold line — the only sign of life outside the silence.
Then she heard it.
A voice.
Faint. Like a whisper.
"Jess..."
She turned sharply, eyes scanning the room.
The baby monitor was off. Unplugged. Still, the voice echoed. Not through the device — through the walls.
She slid her legs off the bed and stood. The floor creaked beneath her feet as she walked slowly toward the dresser.
Something had been moved.
The journal she hid under the pillow earlier was now sitting on the dresser, open.
Her throat tightened.
She hadn't opened it.
The page had new writing:
"He's lying. Look at the camera."
Her breath caught.
There was no signature. The handwriting didn't look like hers — the slant was unfamiliar, sharper.
She turned in a slow circle.
There — in the corner of the ceiling, above the closet door — was a tiny black dot.
She stepped onto the bed and stood on her tiptoes.
A lens.
A surveillance camera.
She scrambled down, heart pounding.
He was watching her.
He'd been watching her all along.
Suddenly the knock on the door made her jump.
It wasn't loud. Just a gentle, rhythmic tap.
Tap.
Tap.
"Jessica?" David's voice came through soft as honey. "You okay, baby?"
She rushed back into bed and pulled the blanket over her legs, panting.
The knob turned. The door opened slowly.
He stepped in, eyes scanning the room before landing on her.
"You're awake."
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
"You had a nightmare again?"
Again?
She didn't remember having any dreams.
"I... I guess."
David walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You cried in your sleep," he said. "You do that sometimes."
He reached out, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her face.
"I hate seeing you like this. So scared. So lost."
Jessica swallowed hard. Her pulse thundered in her ears.
"David..."
"Hm?"
"What happened to me? Really."
He tilted his head. "I told you."
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Memory Host
Misteri / ThrillerMemory Host By Shanieya S. Wright She woke up with no memory, a baby on the way, and a stranger calling her "home." Jessica Monroe doesn't recognize the house she's in, the face in the mirror, or the man who insists he's her husband. All she knows i...
