The day turned out to be quite eventful. First, Maya spent a long time bragging about landing a job at a fancy restaurant. Then, noticing how carefully I was getting ready, she nearly interrogated me about where I was going. I had to leave her without an answer—I couldn’t tell her the truth, since she believed Maxim was responsible for the accident.
After leaving the apartment, I headed toward our café. That’s where Arseny and I had agreed to meet. His car was already parked nearby. He stepped out and gallantly opened the door for me.
“Good afternoon, Vera.”
“Good afternoon,” I nodded in response.
As I sat down, another car caught my eye—parked on the opposite side of the street. Black. The same one that had caused my accident.
Strange. Had the stalker still not calmed down? I’d gone
