60. Shadows
Mara
The days after Zander’s texts felt like walking on cracked glass. Every notification on my phone made my heart jump. Every shadow on the street sent my pulse racing. I had told myself I could handle the loneliness, still fighting, still loving me, made the separation even harder.
I barely left the new apartment where my brother and I now lived. When I did, it was only for short walks or quick trips to the store and this was only when it was necessary. But on the third day, I noticed it.
A black sedan with tinted windows lingered a little too long at the intersection near the apartment. Later that afternoon, the same car, or one that looked exactly like it, appeared in the parking lot of the grocery store I had slipped out to. I pretended not to notice, but my hands sho
