I decided to close the paper, not wanting to know what was on it. I stormed out of the house, driving out as if I was like a thief. We went straight to where I hide my twins, and with every turn I made, I looked at my rearview mirror on my car to check if I was being followed.

As I drove, my heart was racing with anticipation and fear. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, and the thought of being followed sent a chill down my spine. I glanced at my rearview mirror again, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Still, I couldn't...