A LIFE UNDER WATCH
The sound of my heels tapping against the pavement echoed in my ears, louder than it should have been. Each step felt faster, almost frantic, and I could sense Kim just a few feet behind me, his slow, deliberate strides a constant reminder that he was always there. Always watching.
I didn’t bother turning around this time. I could feel his presence like a heavy shadow, looming behind me, making my skin crawl. It wasn’t that I was afraid of him — far from it — but the way he followed me, like I was some fragile thing that needed constant protection, grated on my nerves.
I sucked in a breath of the crisp late afternoon air, trying to calm myself. The city was alive around me, a chaotic blend of car horns, murmuring voices, and the occasional clatter from nearby const
