Fiona
I didn't notice the car at first. It was an ordinary evening, the kind where I was simply relieved to be heading home after a long shift, exhausted enough that my usual vigilance had worn thinner than it should have. I drove the familiar route back to my apartment, stopped briefly at the pharmacy to pick up my mother's refilled prescription, and let myself into our building without once glancing behind me to check if anyone had followed.
I found out much later, through Margaret, exactly how much I'd missed that night.
Linda had trailed me the entire way, apparently, parked a discreet distance down the block, watching as I entered the building where my mother and I lived, waiting long enough afterward to note the address before finally driving off into the dark.
I had no idea any
