Ava's POV

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. I wasn’t just being paranoid; I was being hunted. My heart raced as I fumbled with my phone, my fingers slick with sweat. I could feel the weight of that stranger’s gaze boring into me, a cold chill sweeping through the air.

“Mrs. Miller?” my driver’s voice broke through my frantic thoughts. I had almost forgotten he was waiting just outside. I shot a glance at him, grateful for his calm presence amidst my chaos. I nodded quickly, hoping to regain some composure.

He held the door open for me, and I stepped into the backseat, my heart...