Naomi's POV
“Naomi, are you sure about this?” Layla's voice was shaking loudly. I looked at her her hands were tight as she held the car door. “That car... it's still there right?”
“Yes Layla it is.” I said, my voice steady even though I was getting nervous inside. “I'm sick of being followed all the time. I'm going to figure out who they are and what they want.”
I signaled pulling the Porsche Boxster over to a quiet and empty part of the road. The car behind us - a black sedan plain and creepy - slowed down and then stopped a short distance away.
“Naomi no! What are you doing?” Layla almost yelled. “We should leave! Now! Please just leave!”
I ignored her growing worry taking off my seat belt.
“What's wrong Layla? You're acting like you've seen something scary. I can take care of mys
