Jules’ P.O.V.
It started with little things at first, a missed phone call from an unknown number, a fleeting glimpse of a figure lurking in the shadows, but as the weeks turned into months, the signs became harder to ignore. I found myself constantly looking over my shoulder, my nerves spiking with the nagging feeling that someone was following me wherever I went and that someone was watching me all the damn time. I tried to convince myself that I was just being crazy, and I had watched way too many scary movies in my teen years. That Drake was just a figment of my imagination. But deep down, I just knew something wasn’t right. There was a darkness lurking in the corners of my mind, a fear that refused to be silenced.
And once again, when I was walking home from work one evening, the hai
