Elena.

Walking into the supermarket alongside Camilla, a sense of unease washed over me, refusing to be shaken off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I found myself constantly glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of someone shadowing our every move. While I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for this uneasiness, I knew it was connected to recent events that had unfolded.

Camilla seemed to sense my unease, as she too wore an unsettled expression. It was clear that we both shared a heightened level of caution, knowing that it wasn't safe for us to be so exposed, especially after the...