How did he even get my number? Then I remember that my contact details are all on the signature of my company email address—the same address I’ve used to send through some files to him.
 
 Damn him.
 
 Swiping my phone, I almost drop it when I see the picture. It's a Ferris wheel lit up in the dark night sky.
 
 Unknown sender: Look what I found.
 
 The edges of my vision blur, and the walls start to close in on me.
 
 I need to get out of here.
 
 I need to go home.