Chloe still felt strangely light by the time she pulled into her parking spot.
Dinner with her dad had been...nice. Weird, but nice. The kind of moment she hadn’t realized she’d needed until it settled in her chest like warmth in winter.
She hadn’t even turned off the engine yet, just sitting there with the cabin light dimly glowing, replaying the sound of her own laughter from an hour ago. It had caught her off guard, but not in a bad way.
Then it happened.
That prickling sensation. Like a thread tugged at the base of her skull.
Someone was watching her.
She blinked. Sat up straighter.
The parking lot was quiet. Empty. Still. Too still.
She gave a dry laugh under her breath and shook her head. “Paranoid much?” she muttered.
But her fingers hovered a second too long over the keys.
