An hour later, we left the hospital together, my mother's words still turning over in my mind. He watches you every time you aren't paying attention. I wanted to dismiss it as the fond imagination of a woman who had spent the last several years wishing for her daughter to find something steady, something safe. But some stubborn, honest part of me kept circling back to it anyway, unwilling to let it go quite as easily as I wanted to.
As Ethan drove back toward the city, my phone buzzed against my knee. It was Chloe. WHERE ARE YOU. YOU NEED TO SEE THE NEWS. I frowned, sitting up straighter. "What happened now?" Before she could reply, a second message arrived. Turn on any business channel. Right now.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened a live news broadcast on my phone, angling th
