Suddenly, the light in my home office on the screen went out.

The feed shifted to night-vision mode, rendering everything in eerie green and white.

Victoria stopped moving.

She looked directly toward the hidden camera lens.

She smiled.

Then, she walked toward the shelf.

Her hand reached up, growing larger on the screen until her palm blocked the lens entirely.

The feed went dead.

I stared at the black screen of my phone.

My heart was beating in my ears.

I needed to get out of this hospital bed.

I threw back the heavy white blanket.

The pain in my abdomen flared, a sharp, burning reminder of the surgery I had just survived.

I gripped the metal side rail to keep from falling.

The door handle of my hospital room began to turn.

I froze.

The lock clicked.

The door slowly pushed inward.

The door slowly pushed inward.

I braced my hand against the cold metal tray table.

A familiar blue scrub-clad figure stepped into the dim light of the room.

It was Lena.

She carried a fresh tray of sterile dressings, but her eyes went wide when she saw me standing.