“It’s been two months… and I still feel like I never really escaped him.”
Two months since Adriano Rossi appeared on every screen in handcuffs, and I still couldn’t breathe without feeling his shadow on my neck, I told myself he was gone, I stopped watching the news, I stopped saying his name, I stopped looking over my shoulder, Lies, all of it.
“It’s obvious, Melissa,” Emily said as we walked toward the campus café. “You flinched at a f*****g car.”
“It was just a car,” I snapped.
“A black tinted one that slowed down right beside us,” Chloe added, voice too casual.
I stopped walking, my pulse spiked, Zara studied me with those quiet, knowing eyes.
“You’re not sleeping. You’re barely here.”
“I’m fine,” I lied, forcing my legs to move again.
But I wasn’t fine, I noticed everything n
