Distant and Frightened
That evening, Mike shared his encounter with me. “She seemed so distant, Emily,” he said, pacing the living room.
I could hear the worry thick in his voice. “Or scared. She kept looking over her shoulder, like she expected someone to be there.” The thought gnawed at us, churning restlessness into our hearts.
It wasn’t just the age gap that worried us anymore; something else was lurking, and we couldn’t shake the feeling of dread.