POV: Victoria 

“Is there a problem miss, is there something I could help you with, is someone after your life?” The driver asked me, looking into the rearview mirror in fear to see if we were being followed. I forced out a reassuring smile, assuring him that everything was okay with me. 

He nodded in understanding, but he didn’t focus on his driving anymore. He kept gazing at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with empathy as if I were a lunatic or an addict. I tried to sit still when I noticed that he was watching me, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I could...