~ Seraphina ~
The feeling didn’t come all at once. It arrived in pieces, like a puzzle I didn't want to solve. It started on Tuesday, a gray morning where the mist clung to the glass towers of the city. I was leaving my yoga studio, my bag heavy on my shoulder, when I saw it—a dark gray sedan parked two houses down from our driveway. It was idling, the exhaust a faint plume in the cold air.
I didn't think much of it then. People have lives. People wait for friends. But when I came home from a grocery run three hours later, the car was still there. The driver was a shadow behind tinted glass, unmoving.
By Wednesday, the shadow had a face. I was sitting in the corner of The Gilded Bean, the small coffee shop three blocks from the penthouse. I had traded my usual double espresso for a deca
