Paranoia
A few days slogged by, each more harrowing than the last. Kiara couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
She even changed the locks of her house and bought a camera for the front door.
The paranoia was even worse whenever she checked in for her shift at work. She knew the man was out there, possibly angry because she’d found his firearm. She shook with fear thinking about the day she’d wake up and find him standing in her bedroom’s corner.
