"Did someone just… walk with me?"
Grace walked past the garden, notebook in hand.
She thought she heard footsteps behind her and glanced back—nothing.
Did someone just… walk with me?
Across the street, a tall figure leaned against a wall.
Heart thumping. Inside, he adjusted his backpack.
She's here again… watching everything quietly.
Will she notice me?
Grace glanced back.
The figure was gone.
Probably nothing. Just shadows.
A faint voice—or maybe the wind—seemed to whisper her name.