Since that day, Sean's surveillance had become bolder. He no longer just observed from a distance. He no longer just took photos and read reports from his trusted people.
He began to appear in places that Clara happened to pass by. The cafe across from the office. The same red light. The parking lot where their cars too often met—though never side by side.
Clara began to feel it.
Not a face.
Not a voice.
But a strange feeling in her heart, like eyes staring at her for too long.
"Leo," Clara said one afternoon as they walked to the car. "Do you feel... like we're being watched?"
Leo stopped walking. His gaze immediately changed.
"Since when have you been feeling it?"
"Since the last few days," Clara replied honestly. "I thought I was just being too sensitive."
Leo opened the car door, but didn't get in right away. "Starting tomorrow, you can't go home alone. I'll accompany you."
Clara looked at him. "This is about Sean, isn't it?"
Leo didn't deny it.
