Eve
It was a bright afternoon, and I’d gone shopping for groceries for the boys. I stepped out of the car, scanning my list as I headed into the supermarket. I was at the snack section, reaching for cookies, when a figure in a black hoodie darted around the corner of the next aisle, head down.
My hand froze mid-air. The weird jolt in my chest wasn’t from the cookies.
I tried to brush it off. Probably just another shopper. But when I reached for a cereal box, I caught another blur. Same hoodie. Still no cart.
A cold grip wrapped around my spine.
Savannah had told me things about Gregory. Horrible things. And now I couldn’t help but wonder—was he watching me?
Please no. Because if they were watching me, they were watching the boys too.
I sped up, dumped my bags into the trunk, slammed
