Amora's pov
The drive home is shorter than expected, probably because I spend the entire time ignoring Stefan and thinking about my terrible day at school. The car revs into the driveway, and I quickly hop out and tread straight to my room. Luckily for me, my parents aren't home, and I can avoid certain questions.
Thinking about the issue for the hundredth time that day, it dawns on me that I may actually have a stalker, or worse, maybe I am a target for my father's enemies to use and bring his political status down.
"Should I just tell him?" I whisper, If they have me followed, then they probably follow my mom and Stefan too; they may be in danger.
Again, I might be overreacting because why would they upload my picture and then blur out his face? It doesn't make any sense.
"Argh!" I
