Andrew’s POV…
I’m taking a load of groceries into the apartment and I feel eyes on me. It makes my skin crawl. I don’t think much of it. I look like a f**kin freak. I have massive burns all over my jaw and neck. My entire face is bright red and shiny. That’s probably what’s going on. I refuse to read into it.
I set the groceries on the kitchen table and head back out. Emma is coming in with her load. We pass each other as we’re coming through the living room. Emma leans into me and whispers “baby, we’re being watched. I feel it.”
Oh s**t! It’s not just me. I’m not the only one feeling this? Is this related to this morning with the back porch person?
“Yeah, Emma I feel it too. Don’t come back out. Stay in and I’ll unload. You put them away.”
I step back out and bring in another load.
