LANA’S POV
For the last couple of days, I had been feeling like I was being followed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched even at work and at first, I thought I was being paranoid but now I was convinced I was right. There was a car that had been parked in front of our apartment for almost a week now and neither Anna nor I could figure out whose car it was. At some point I was convinced the car was following Anna because I didn’t think anyone even know me around here, I had accepted that I wasn’t from around here. Who would have wanted to follow me in this new world? I couldn’t figure out why anyone would show this sudden interest in me? However, Anna told me that she didn’t know the car and she also said she didn’t think she knew anyone who owned such a car.
Anna told
