“Look,” I said, pointing to the bottom of the screen.

The green light on the webcam, which had been dark since I disabled the network driver, suddenly flickered.

It blinked once.

Then it stayed solid green.

“I disabled the driver,” I whispered, my heart skipping a beat. “It shouldn’t be able to connect.”

“Claire,” Liam said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “The Wi-Fi card is dead.”

“Then how is it…”

Outside in the hallway, the heavy fire door at the end of the wing clicked open.

The sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed on the linoleum floor.

My cell phone, sitting on the bedside table, lit up with a silent notification.

A text message from an unknown number appeared on the lock screen.

*I see you, Claire.*

Liam reached across the bed and grabbed my phone.

He stared at the words on the screen, his face turning pale under the harsh fluorescent lights.

The footsteps in the corridor stopped directly outside my door.

I held my breath, my fingers clutching the hospital sheet so hard my knuckles turned white.