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I reached my car and fumbled with the door handle, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped my keys.

Get in. Get in. Get in.

I slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door, locking it immediately.

My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I jammed the key into the ignition and started the engine.

I glanced in the rearview mirror.

The man was still there.

Still watching.

Or was he?

I couldn’t tell. The sunglasses made it impossible to see where his gaze was directed.

Maybe he’s not even looking at you. Maybe you’re losing your mind.

I threw the car into reverse and backed out of the spot, my tires squealing slightly as I turned toward the exit.

I didn’t look back.

I couldn’t.

I just drove.

Fast.

My hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel, my pulse roaring in my ears.

I checked the rearview mirror every few seconds, scanning for the black SUV.

But the road behind me was clear.

No SUV. No tail. Nothing.

See? You were being paranoid.

But my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

And the feeling—the crawling, suffocating feeling of being watched—wouldn’t go away.

The drive to Mama’s house felt longer than it should have. Every red light felt like a trap. Every car behind me felt like a threat. I kept checking the mirror, kept waiting for the black SUV to materialize out of the traffic.

It never did.

But that didn’t stop the paranoia from clawing at my chest.

By the time I pulled onto the narrow street where Mama’s house sat, my entire body was trembling. Home. Safety. The one place I knew the Landrys couldn’t touch me.

I cut the engine and sat in the car for a moment, wringing my hands together, my eyes scanning the street behind me one last time.

Nothing.

No black SUV. No man in sunglasses. No threat that I could see.

Was it real?