She looked into the mirror again to be sure it wasn’t another random black sedan that just looked like the one from before.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, her pulse quickening. It wasn’t paranoia—someone was following her.
Kiara decided to test the sedan again. This time, she made a series of unpredictable turns, weaving through side streets and back onto a busier road. The sedan kept up, maintaining the same steady distance.
“This isn’t a coincidence,” she said, her hands trembling slightly. She tried to get her phone so she could call the police. The car hit her from behind, and the phone fell from her hand. It was no longer in sight, probably under the seat now.
“What!” She looked around to get the fastest help available. That was when she realized that she had unconsciously taken
