Yohan tossed Mia's bag into the back seat of the car, then took one last look at the apartment building before closing the door.
'Thank goodness I didn't have to do much to convince her this time', he thought with a quiet sigh—only for his brow to crease as something felt off.
Mia was already sitting in the front passenger seat, hands folded neatly on her lap, waiting.
He slid into the driver's seat and shut the door.
"Yohan—"
"Shhh." He cut her off instantly, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. The silence outside pressed in—thick and heavy, like a graveyard at midnight—before he finally turned the key and started the engine.
At that exact moment, he heard the car parked a little way behind them start its engine. Unlike Yohan's, its headlights stayed off.
He recognized it immediately—it was the same car he'd seen parked outside his house earlier. Back then, he hadn't thought much of it. But seeing it again here could only mean one thing.
