47 - Chased

MORGANA FOSTER

Everything is so clear now in my head, how much I want this to end. The anguish filling my chest is enormous, I couldn't be more relieved that we've reached this moment. I believe Grandpa Burke will keep his promise to make him sign the divorce papers.

We're in the car heading home. Ryan seems completely different, with a glow of anger lighting up his eyes like sharp needles. His silence was what worried me the most. I preferred it when he yelled; I had a clear view of what was waiting for me. I sigh heavily against the car dashboard as he remains focused on the road.

His eyes lift in the rearview mirror as the light from another car catches up to us.

"We're being followed," he said calmly, his voice sounding hoarse and cold.

"What?" I ask, shaking and looking back.

He rubs his temples and puts one hand on my leg, massaging my thigh. "Stay calm," he says. His eyes are gentle and give me a sense of security. "I'll keep driving home as usual."

"Ryan, what if it's my stalke