Mila couldn’t breathe.

Her body was frozen in the middle of her small, dimly lit apartment, the curtains swaying softly from the night breeze seeping through the thin crack in her window. But the real chill came from what she had just seen—or thought she had seen. A figure. A shadow. Watching.

Her pulse thudded so loudly she was sure it would draw attention. She blinked hard, telling herself it was nothing but her imagination—too many sleepless nights, too many memories clawing at her ...