*Two Weeks Later*

*Cat*

I nibbled on my bottom lip as I nervously stared out the tinted windows of the car. The driver, Tony, was one of my new guards, and despite my attempts to be friendly, he was not a great conversationalist.

So the silence as we drove through the LA streets was not helping my anxiety.

I flipped my phone in my hands, fidgeting with it like a toy as my leg bounced up and down involuntarily. I wasn’t overeager to stop as it ...