Sébastien
I kept both hands tight on the steering wheel as I drove away from the university. My eyes moved constantly between the road and the rearview mirrors. The man in the dark jacket had disappeared the moment I looked at him, but that did not mean he was gone. The Unix family was getting closer. Too close.
Federica sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She still looked shaken from the message she had received. I hated seeing her like this — nervous, quieter than usual, no longer throwing her usual attitude at me.
“Are you cold?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.
She shook her head. “No. Just… thinking.”
“About the message?”
She nodded. “They know where I am. They know I’m in class. How is that possible?”
I took a slow breath. “They have
