Are we getting stalked again?

A feeling of unease crept up my spine when I heard the words: “Your car's been tampered with, again.” A shiver ran down my neck as a wave of fear washed over me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut, my breath knocked out of me.

“That can't be true.” I shook my head as if he could see me, trying to deny those words, despite knowing Brion would never lie to me. Anyone might, but it would never be Brion. Not in a million years.

“It's the truth, Nova. I got notified about it.”

My mind raced as I thought back to all the times this had happened before. The flat tyres, the scratched paint, the mysterious noises in the dead of night. It was always the same — a sense of violation, of being watched and targeted.

“Do you think it's taking place again?” I whispered, talking of the time Brion was stalked by a deranged woman 3 years ago. It took getting her jailed, for us to rest from the assaults and almost accident.

Was this happening again?

I felt a surge of anger, my heart pounding