Deciding to call Kiera, I reach for my phone, and she answers almost immediately after hitting her name.
“Are you sure?” she asks after I tell her I think Richard is following me. I explain the flowers and how the car is continuing to switch lanes every time I do. I’m trying to not be paranoid, but my racing heart has me mildly freaking out.
“I can’t see the face because the visor is down, but I’m almost positive it’s him. It can’t just be a coincidence,” I tell her, eyeing my mirror and squinting. “He’s driving just far enough away that I can’t read his plates, but close enough for me to notice I’ve been followed the past fifteen minutes.”
“You need to call the cops, Em. He’s violating the restraining order.” I hear the concern in her voice and wonder if she’s right.
“As soon as he se
