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He glanced over his shoulder, toward the alley near my apartment building. “I sleep over there sometimes, in the corner near the old laundromat. I’ve seen you walk home the same way most nights.
Something has happened, and I had to find you.”
“Lately… I’ve seen someone else, too. A man.
Not every night. But enough to notice. He stands near the corner and watches you.
He doesn’t follow closely, but he’s not just passing through.”
My blood turned to ice! I pulled Lily in tighter.
“What does he look like?” I asked, heart thudding.
The man described him in short, deliberate details—average height, stocky build, navy hoodie, baseball cap, always turned just enough not to be seen clearly. Always standing too still.
And I knew.
I didn’t even need to hear the name.
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