Sophia's POV
After hanging up with David, I glanced out the passenger window one more time. The black sedan was still there, its headlights now dark, but something about its positioning made my skin crawl.
Who would be watching me? The thought sent a chill down my spine. I'm nobody. Just another struggling medical student from a family that's hemorrhaging money. What could I possibly have that anyone would want?
But the feeling persisted as I pulled out of the gas station, that invisible weight of eyes tracking my every movement. I checked my rearview mirror obsessively during the drive home, looking for that black sedan or any other sign that I was being followed. The streets seemed normal enough—late evening traffic, people heading home from work or dinner, the usual rhythm of the cit
