Cecilia's pov
I froze when the footsteps got closer.
Could it be Sawyer? No. He wears leather shoes, and he walks fast and straight.
This person was moving slow and quiet, like they were sneaking around.
It couldn't be one of the maintenance crew either; they'd left earlier in a clattering group, their tools clanging like a construction site.
Then the fear came back.
The same cold panic I'd felt days ago when I knew someone was watching me.
The kind that makes every little sound feel louder.
Every breath feels like too much.
Was it him again? The guy who followed me before?
The footsteps were close now. Just around the corner. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might break through my chest.
I reached for my phone. It wasn't there. I'd left it on the kitchen counter.
