Arriving at the airport back home, I felt crestfallen. My heart weighed heavy in my chest as I entered the car I called in front of me. I had plans to just bury myself in work when I got home, with a glass of wine, and maybe some pizza and wings.
I let my head drop onto the window, as I stare outside. My palm rested under my chin, and I nearly jump in surprise as I notice the man that was in Greece standing near a building, watching the car pass by.
Who the hell was this man to follow me from flying distance?
My heart rate seemed to speed up as I refused to break eye contact, looking all out of the back window until his figure disappears. He said he didn’t want to hurt me, but how can I be sure?
Who do I go to? The police? I scoff at that idea and pay the driver as I exit the car. My m
