Nathaniel’s POV
"Lock your doors properly when you get home" I muttered, gripping the wheel tighter.
Ava turned to me, her eyes still wide with unease. "Nathaniel, who was that?"
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was thinking and trying to piece one and two together. That man wasn’t some random street loiterer. He was waiting, watching, and he knew exactly who he was looking for.
Me.
“Nathaniel.” Ava’s voice was firmer now. “You know something.”
“Ava, stop asking questions,” I snapped, gripping the steering wheel.
Ava, however, wasn’t one to back down. “Stop asking questions? Are you serious? A man just stood in front of your car like some horror movie villain, and you want me to just—what? Pretend it didn’t happen?”
“Yes,” I responded immediately. “That’s exactly what I want you to
