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I still couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that I was being watched. Every day at the shop, I felt as though someone was observing me from the shadows. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could sense their eyes on me, and it was driving me insane. I was constantly on edge, terrified that something terrible could happen at any moment.
Juliane hadn’t called again since that day. I hoped she would. I desperately wanted someone to confide in about this strange sensation that had been haunting me. And I couldn’t tell Grandma. I didn’t want to burden her with any more worries.
Juliane should have called by now. It had been over a week since we last spoke. I refused to believe that something terrible had happened to her and that perhaps it was the reason behind this dreadful feeling. She had p
