THEY ARE WATCHING

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‎ ‎I didn't move. ‎ ‎"What do you mean they know where we are?" ‎ ‎Cameron grabbed his jacket. ‎ ‎"Just come on." ‎ ‎"You're not answering me." ‎ ‎"I know." ‎ ‎"Cameron." ‎ ‎He looked at me. ‎ ‎"Please, Riley. Just trust me." ‎ ‎I hated hearing those words. ‎ ‎But the look on his face made me stand up. ‎ ‎I grabbed my bag and followed him. ‎ ‎We walked out of the diner. ‎ ‎The afternoon air was cold. ‎ ‎I looked around the parking lot. ‎ ‎Nothing seemed unusual. ‎ ‎Cars. ‎ ‎People. ‎ ‎The traffic on the road. ‎ ‎Everything looked normal. ‎ ‎"Where are we going?" ‎ ‎"My car." ‎ ‎"Then what?" ‎ ‎"I'll take you home." ‎ ‎I stopped walking. ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎He turned around. ‎ ‎"No?" ‎ ‎"I don't want to go home." ‎ ‎His face changed. ‎ ‎"Why?" ‎ ‎"Because whoever is doing this knows where I live." ‎ ‎He didn't argue. ‎ ‎He just nodded. ‎ ‎"Okay." ‎ ‎He looked around the parking lot again. ‎ ‎"Then you're coming with me." ‎ ‎"Where?" ‎ ‎"I'll figure it out." ‎ ‎I stared at him. ‎ ‎"That's not exactly reassuring." ‎ ‎"I know." ‎ ‎We reached his car. ‎ ‎He unlocked it. ‎ ‎I was about to get in when I noticed something. ‎ ‎A black SUV was parked across the street. ‎ ‎I froze. ‎ ‎"Cameron." ‎ ‎He turned. ‎ ‎"What?" ‎ ‎I pointed toward it. ‎ ‎"That car." ‎ ‎He looked at the SUV. ‎ ‎For a second, he didn't say anything. ‎ ‎Then his expression changed. ‎ ‎"Get in." ‎ ‎My stomach dropped. ‎ ‎"Is that—" ‎ ‎"Riley. Get in the car." ‎ ‎I got in. ‎ ‎He shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. ‎ ‎The second he started the engine, I looked through the window. ‎ ‎The SUV was still there. ‎ ‎The windows were dark. ‎ ‎I couldn't see anyone inside. ‎ ‎Cameron pulled out of the parking lot. ‎ ‎I kept looking behind us. ‎ ‎The SUV didn't move. ‎ ‎At least, not at first. ‎ ‎We drove for a few minutes. ‎ ‎Neither of us spoke. ‎ ‎Then I noticed headlights in the rearview mirror. ‎ ‎A black SUV. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped. ‎ ‎"Cameron." ‎ ‎"I see it." ‎ ‎"Is it following us?" ‎ ‎"I don't know." ‎ ‎He turned onto another street. ‎ ‎The SUV turned too. ‎ ‎I grabbed the seat. ‎ ‎"Okay. That's definitely following us." ‎ ‎Cameron didn't answer. ‎ ‎He drove faster. ‎ ‎The SUV stayed behind us. ‎ ‎"Where are we going?" ‎ ‎"Somewhere they won't expect." ‎ ‎"Where?" ‎ ‎"You'll see." ‎ ‎I looked back again. ‎ ‎The SUV was getting closer. ‎ ‎"Cameron, it's getting closer." ‎ ‎"I know." ‎ ‎He suddenly turned onto a narrow road. ‎ ‎The SUV continued straight. ‎ ‎I watched it disappear behind us. ‎ ‎Neither of us spoke. ‎ ‎Finally, Cameron slowed down. ‎ ‎I let out a breath. ‎ ‎"Did we lose them?" ‎ ‎"I think so." ‎ ‎I looked at him. ‎ ‎"You think?" ‎ ‎He didn't answer. ‎ ‎A few seconds later, he pulled into a small parking lot beside an old building. ‎ ‎I looked out the window. ‎ ‎"What is this place?" ‎ ‎Cameron turned off the engine. ‎ ‎"Somewhere Evan used to go." ‎ ‎I stared at him. ‎ ‎"Evan?" ‎ ‎He nodded. ‎ ‎"Before he died." ‎ ‎My heart started pounding again. ‎ ‎"What did he do here?" ‎ ‎Cameron looked at me. ‎ ‎"That's what we're going to find out." ‎
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