By morning, everyone scattered in different directions very quickly. Maya and Kirill left first, followed by Max. He was in such a hurry that I didn’t manage to talk to him about what had happened. It seemed he felt just as awkward as I did. He kissed me on the cheek and left.
I packed a few things for the trip, turned on the navigator, and set off to explore a new city. The drive was about one hundred and fifty kilometers. Once I returned for the rest of my belongings, I’d need to properly say goodbye to Maya.
As I drove farther away from the city, I began to notice a black car following me at a short distance. It might have been the same one that had been parked near my workplace on the day I fell ill.
The realization struck instantly.
That car had followed me and seen me enter the p
