CELESTE POV

Fear had become my shadow

They say paranoia is a whisper in your head.

But for me, it wasn’t a whisper anymore. It was footsteps behind me, headlights that lingered too long at red lights and Men in dark coats on corners I didn’t remember passing.

I wasn’t paranoid. I was being watched.

Ever since the message…. Stay out of this or you’ll be next

I’d been carrying fear like a second skin. At first, I tried to ignore it. Told myself it was stress, I hadn’t slept right. I ...