Celine's POV
I stared out of the window silently as Maryjane drove me home. My hands clenched in my lap as I replayed the sound over and over again.
The sound of the camera.... click.
The snap of the camera shutter.
Even though I wanted to stay positive, but deep down I knew that I hadn't imagined it. I couldn't have, just as the same way that I couldn't have mistaken Rowan for the man I saw at the restaurant.
And even if Maryjane didn't witness it, the black SUV parked in the far corner of the restaurant wasn't a coincidence.....or was it? I am certain that someone was watching me. I could feel it.
But then who could it be? And why would anyone be watching me?
I didn't have any enemies, infant the only person that might have something to do with me is Rowan but I highly doubt
