Molly
My heart starts pounding as I stare into the rearview mirror.
The black SUV is still behind me.
At first I try to convince myself it’s nothing. Just another car on the road. But when I press the accelerator slightly, the SUV speeds up too.
Okay.
That’s not normal.
My pulse jumps.
I quickly reach into my pocket with one hand and pull out my phone while keeping my eyes on the road. My fingers feel clumsy as I dial Charles.
The phone rings. Once, twice, three times.
He doesn’t pick up.
“Come on, Charles,” I mutter, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
It goes to voicemail.
Shit.
I immediately dial again and glance at the mirror.
The SUV is getting closer.
The phone rings again. Still nothing.
Charles, pick up your damn phone.
Nothing.
I end the call just as another on
