Arriving the following morning was a frigid, thick hush. The dismal attitude that had descended on the penthouse was not much lifted by the sunshine peeping through the drapes. Emily sat on the side of the bed looking blankly at her mirror image. Her head still spun from the events of the previous evening, the CCTV pictures tormenting her. She couldn't get rid of the sensation of being watched; it seemed as if every inch of her existence was under scrutiny, as though the walls surrounding her hid secrets.
She had never experienced such vulnerability or powerlessness. Still out there, observing her every step, was the person stalking her. And the uncertainty most terrified her. She had no idea who they were, what they wanted, or when they could attack going forward. She felt like prey caug
