Chapter 162

Naomi was the name of the porcelain doll. I reached out and gently stroked it before turning over to sleep again. This time, I fell into a deep slumber. In the next few days, I noticed subtle signs that someone had been meddling with my belongings at work. For instance, a bottle cap I had unscrewed slightly was now turned in three full rotations. I carefully avoided touching the bottle and focused on my tasks as usual. Sheree noticed I wasn't drinking any water. I explained that it was the time of the month, and I was craving something warm instead. She handed me a piece of dark chocolate, and I thanked her with a smile. But as I looked at the piece of dark chocolate, there was a flicker of suspicion. Why was Sheree so concerned about me drinking this specific bottle of water? I shook off the thought and convinced myself I was overthinking. Connor had mentioned sending someone to protect me, but I hadn't noticed any sign of their arrival. Instead, I constantly felt as if eyes w