C113 Paranoia

HAZEL’S POV

The hairs on the back of my neck stood in alarm as I moved through the market. I was alone, Gregory was in the car waiting for me. He had insisted that he come with me, but I firmly refused, because I was tired of being babysitted all the time. I needed space to breathe.

But as I moved through the market with my basket in hand, I could not shake the feeling that I was being watched