Chapter 166

**A Few Days Later**

“I think he’s the janitor,” Alex mumbled, filling his mouth with another spoonful of oats.

Aiden, on the other hand, was less convinced. “He’s *not* the janitor!” he shouted, his voice laced with frustration. He turned to me, his wide, concerned eyes searching for validation. “He’s not the janitor, Mom. The janitor never wears a hoodie. This guy? He’s really creepy. Alex and I see him everywhere. Our friend even said he’s always watching us when we’re not looking.”

I sat at the breakfast table, my spoon hovering over a now-forgotten bowl of cereal. Their words gripped me with tension.

Alex shrugged, his tone light, as though dismissing the eerie feeling that his brother and I shared. “I’m telling you, Mom, it’s just the janitor. He probably just likes us or something.”

But my instincts screamed otherwise. From everything they described, it felt like more than coincidence—it felt like we were being watched. Someone was keeping tabs on my boys.

“You two need to be