Fiona
Glancing over my shoulder, I try to shake the feeling of being watched, but ever since I saw those pictures, I can’t get rid of the feeling. My fingers tighten around my phone, ready to call Ethan if anything happens.
Isla guides us through the restaurant, a much calmer and nicer setting than the club we went to last time. However, it doesn’t offer much help to ease my nerves.
My stalker could be anywhere. They could be watching me right now, and I would never know it.
Once we make it to our table, I shoot off a quick update to Ethan, letting him know we’ve arrived. I also tell him nothing has happened since I saw him. It was one of the conditions of letting me go out tonight. The first was that we were to be in contact throughout the night in case anything happened, and the s
