I won a massive lottery jackpot — $384 million — but I didn’t tell a soul. And the first thing I did wasn’t celebrate. I just sat there, letting the silence swallow the room. I wanted to know who would really still be there for me, so I called my family and pretended I’d hit rock bottom and needed help right away. I sat alone in my living room, the TV still on… and when the numbers started appearing, the remote slipped right out of my hand…

Except it didn’t sound like her. Lily always texted with punctuation, full words. This was short, cold, mechanical. I asked her where she was. No reply.

That’s when I realized whoever had sent the earlier threats probably had her phone now.

I went to her apartment again. The door was locked. No signs of a break-in, but something felt wrong. The curtains were slightly open, and inside I saw her laptop on the coffee table. The screen was cracked, like someone had thrown it.

I called her friend Marissa. They worked at the same clinic. She said Lily hadn’t shown up for her shift and no one had heard from her all morning.

I didn’t tell her anything else. I just thanked her and hung up.

By noon, I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of the storage facility again. Not the new one where the ticket was, but the first one. I don’t even know why I went there. Maybe to think, maybe because it was the last place I’d felt in control.

That’s when I saw the same gray sedan that had been behind me the night before. Parked across the street, engine running, tinted windows. It didn’t move when I did.

I started the car, drove two blocks, pulled into a gas station, and waited. A few minutes later, the same sedan passed by slowly, like they were checking if I was still there.

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