Mia
Olivia led me to her car, a small, practical sedan that offered a sense of normalcy. The men who had been following me were about to cross the street when I got into the car, but they didn't call out for me or anything like that. As we pulled away from the station, I glanced back, my heart pounding in my chest. The men were still there, their figures growing smaller in the rearview mirror. Their leader was on the phone. He was probably calling Lorenzo. I watched for them to get into a car and try to follow, but they didn't seem to.
Did that mean they'd given up, or would they just be waiting at my college for me? My gut clenched, and I really hoped that the car that Albert was sending would be there before they arrived, or at least be there by the time I was done.
A wave of relief
