OLIVIA
After hearing Noah’s confession, something shifted in my mind, and I suddenly remembered the times when I had the unsettling feeling that someone was following me.
Back then, I had tried to brush it off as nothing more than anxiety, but my grandmother had taken it seriously and warned me more than once to be careful, even telling me to carry something for self-defense just in case.
So I had not been imagining things, and I had not been paranoid. Someone had really been watching me all along, and that person was Noah.
“The moment I fell after I was shot, I didn’t feel any pain,” he said, his voice low and rough from the strain on his throat. “If anything, I felt relieved, because I was finally free from the pain of loving someone who didn’t love me back. Sometimes I eve
