Julia A. Girard - Thriller

Gabriel sat alone in the darkness, a faint glow from his phone the only source of light in the room. The city stretched out beneath him, its lights like tiny, blinking stars on a pitch-black canvas. He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the glass of his phone. The cold air from the open window cut through his apartment, but it wasn’t enough to shake the feeling that something was wrong.