Raven
I hadn’t been able to get the image of the two bikers out of my head.
They lingered behind my eyes no matter how hard I tried to distract myself—two dark silhouettes carved into my thoughts. The way they’d sat astride their bikes like sentinels. The way I knew they were watching me, even from a distance. I replayed it over and over, searching for something I’d missed. A detail. A sign. A reason.
Who were they?
And worse—why did my body react before my brain did?
The messages hadn’t stopped.
If anything, they’d grown more frequent. More deliberate. Less playful curiosity and more… ownership. The tone had shifted subtly, the way a tide does before you realize you’re already too deep to swim back to shore.
The sane part of me—the part that paid bills, ran a business, survived fos
