he hurriedly grabbed her things and made her way to the door. Just as she stepped out, she glanced back and saw the man still staring.

The unease in her chest grew, so she decided to take the next train back home, hoping for a more relaxed journey.

Five minutes later, her phone rang. It was her husband, Mark, his voice full of worry.

“Were you on the train?” he asked urgently. “Yes,” she replied, confused. “Why?”Mark, almost panicked, shouted,

“Return to the station, now! You have to come back!”Claire was bewildered. Her heart raced as she tried to process his words. “What happened?

Why should I return?”He hesitated, then spoke softly.

“You’re safe now, but someone close to you was watching you—someone who had been following you