(Two months later ……)
Tabitha pov
The moment Cat drops me off, that familiar prickling sensation crawls over my skin—the feeling of being watched. It’s like a shadow hovering just out of sight, a tension I can’t shake. I walk toward my apartment building, my breath shallow, my heart hammering as if it’s trying to outrun the thoughts spinning wildly in my head. Paranoia and reality blur, and that’s what terrifies me most.
Has Fabrizio done this on purpose? Is this what he wants—for me to feel trapped? For me to believe that no matter where I go or what I do, I’ll never be free of him?
I hurry up the stairs, my keys clutched tightly in my hand. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and lean against it, closing my eyes. I will myself to calm down, but it’s useless. My mind races, replayi
