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Damien 196.

As I pulled out of the driveway, the weight of the day's events hung heavy on my shoulders. The encounter with Emilio had left me shaken, my mind swirling with questions and doubts. But I pushed aside the turmoil brewing within me, focusing instead on the task at hand – reaching my mother's house safely.

Suddenly, my senses went on high alert as I noticed a car tailing me, its darkened windows obscuring the identity of its occupants. My heart raced as I considered the possibility that it could be Monroe or one of his cohorts, lying in wait to ambush me.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my mind racing with possibilities. Should I confront them head-on, or try to lose them in the maze of streets? But before I could make a decision, the car peeled off onto a side street, disappearing from view as quickly as it had appeared.

Relief washed over me as I realized that I had narrowly escaped whatever danger lurked behind the tinted windows. But the sense of unease remain