Celeste’s pov
I woke up suddenly, my heart pounding, sheets tangled around my legs. For a moment, I thought it was just a bad dream…a nightmare where shadows whispered and danger hid everywhere.
But then I heard my son’s quiet, nervous whimper, and reality hit me.
My eyes snapped open. This wasn’t a dream. Not at all. I remembered last night’s call, the cold voice, the warning: “Just watch out.” The line had gone dead. Someone had been following me yesterday, silent, patient, watching closely. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands.
My son shifted beside me, sensing my anxiety. “Mommy…?” he whispered, unsure. I forced a smile. “I’m okay, baby. Just a bad dream.”
But I wasn’t okay. Not yet. Someone had targeted me, watched me. And they’d been smart enough to stay hidde
