REINA
Today was hell after hell.
After that disgusting encounter with the creep at the store earlier, I had almost fooled myself into believing that the day couldn’t possibly get any worse. But life, apparently, had other plans.
Because after our narrow escape from what could’ve easily turned into a kidnapping—or worse, an attack—I’d learned to never, ever say never again.
Maybe it was paranoia clawing at my gut, but something about that black car that tailed us for fifteen whole minutes didn’t feel like coincidence. It didn’t feel random. The thought that someone might’ve been watching us—hunting us—kept replaying in my mind like a horror movie on loop.
A part of me tried to reason with myself, whispering that maybe I was overthinking it. But another, louder part refused to believe t
