Someone was following her.
Pearl could feel the burn of their stare and that crawl in her skin that all prey felt when they were being stalked by something bigger and stronger.
Forty minutes after leaving the bakery, she had not gotten to the carpark yet and she was quickly growing frustrated. Every time she tried moving in that direction, they went the same way too, like they were waiting to corner her, forcing her to turn around and stay close to large groups of people.
Pearl had had her fair share of stalkers back in the city, every woman with a good enough smile had, but this went beyond creepy loser who was sure they were soulmates.
This was, frightening and left her heart pounding as her head swivelled every which way, searching for her mysterious stalker.
It was like a part of
