Olivia

I was at my car before I had made a conscious decision to follow Gracie.

I kept a very good distance between us on the main road, hanging far enough back that she would have no reason to check her mirrors and see a familiar face. The tracker in me took over without effort, reading her route, the hesitations at junctions where she could have turned toward town but didn't, the way she chose the roads that thinned out the further she drove into roads that eventually stopped having ...