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"I can't explain. But someone is watching you." "Who?" "I don't know." "How do you know someone is watching me?" I pressed. He placed a hand on each of my shoulders, moving closer. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but I've seen someone watching you and following you around." "Who?" "This is the crazy part…" He stared at the floor, shaking his head. "I don't know. I keep seeing this…shadow figure, following you. I can feel it watching you." I swallowed. I saw a shadow figure earlier.

So once or twice I got my hand hit against something, because someone wouldn't tell me where something was. "Well if someone wasn't so fidgety..." He doesn't finish but I already knowing what he's trying to say. "Maybe if I had help when I asked for it, we wouldn't be mentioning this." I argue. "Shh." He quickly says, quickening his pace a bit. "What?" "We are being watched." Right, there would be silent watchers around. Totally forgot about that. " How can you spot them?" I ask curiously. "It comes naturally, especially when you've been confined to one place for a long time."

Still, I have that feeling of being watched. We are not alone. Someone was there. Close watching

I don't really know. Sometimes i feel like someone is following me, or watching me closely. Just now, when i was with Samy baby i felt like being watched. There were so many people rushing in and out, i couldn't make out who's watching me or was i being too delusional. But i feel that. Someone is watching me closely and maybe following me too. God knows. I just don't know why would someone watch me or follow me. I'm not even from this city, nor famous. I hope it's just my thoughts. It's too creepy even to imagine. My god!!!

I gasp. The tears start to come. I can feel them. “Someone’s here. Someone…someone is here with us.” “What?” Malachi adds, visibly confused. “What are you talking about? Who’s here?” “I’m being watched,” I choke out. “Someone…someone is watching us.” They glance at each other above my head, then back at me. “What the hell are you talking about?” Malachi pushes. “Tell us, baby. Please.” I spin toward the car, my heart in my throat.

If my mother's people were watching, they were watching for something. “I need you to monitor the area for any unusual activity. Specifically, look for counter-surveillance—anyone who seems too focused, too stationary, or too well-dressed for the neighborhood. I don’t want reports unless they are absolutely necessary.” “Sir, define ‘absolutely necessary’?”

“I don’t know.” That was the honest answer. He didn’t push. Instead, he glanced around again. “The area’s getting exposed,” he said quietly. That brought me back slightly. “What does that mean?” “It means people are watching longer than they should.” My stomach tightened. I looked up. And for the first time— I noticed it too. A few people weren’t just walking. They were observing. Not obvious. But deliberate. My heart slowed slightly in a different way now. Not shock. Alertness.

I showed Max the message without speaking. He read it once. But didn’t say anything “Different numbers from Diana,” I said. “Yes.” He handed the phone back carefully. “Which means someone else has been watching you today.” I looked around instinctively. The pavement was full of ordinary people doing ordinary things. Nobody looked back. But that was the thing about being watched by someone who knew what they were doing. You never saw it until they wanted you to. “We need to go,” Max said quietly. “Now.”

‘You okay? I stared at the screen for a moment, then typed back. ‘Not really. But I’m trying.’ Three dots. Then: ‘You’re strong. And you’re not alone. Remember that.’ I smiled faintly. But it didn’t reach my eyes. Because no matter how far I ran, how many locks I turned or cameras I passed, I couldn’t shake the feeling. Someone was still watching. And I wasn’t sure if they were waiting to finish what they started—or if they’d already gotten inside.

“He was standing across the street. Just… watching.” A shiver ran through me. “Did they get him?” Luca’s expression darkened further. “No. He was gone before they could get close.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t paranoia anymore. This wasn’t just a feeling. Someone was watching me. Someone was waiting. And I had no idea why.