Juss’s Pov
Someone was trying to hurt me. As much as I wanted to blame it on the pregnancy hormones or my regular paranoia. I couldn’t shake the feeling off.
Something was off, I could tell, I didn’t know what it was, but I knew something was off. And as a mother, my first instinct would always be to protect my child.
I knew I could get dramatic, and a little jumpy as well. It was a naturally well-known characteristic of someone who was used to hiding and never being seen but it had seemed as if the time I had spent in his sight and the bump was doing something to me and making me more keen on my surroundings than usual.
For example, I knew someone was following me a week ago, and I could sense that whatever feelings they held towards me wasn't exactly friendly. I had tried to brush
