Winter’s POV
The air in the clinic felt thick as I finished up the final session of the day. I glanced out the window, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the parking lot. The unsettling feeling of being watched hadn’t left me. In fact, it had intensified. I couldn’t shake the sensation that someone was following me, always just out of sight. It had started subtly—an odd glance from a passerby, the flicker of movement in the corner of my eye—but now it was a constant weight on my shoulders.
I tried to dismiss it as paranoia. After all, I had more than enough on my plate without adding imaginary stalkers to the list. But the feeling lingered, creeping into my thoughts, distracting me during my sessions with Damon. And now, even as I walked to my car, I couldn’t help but gla
