"I think they're sitting behind us."
Vanessa's voice was barely above a whisper.
My heart pounded so hard I could hear it.
Ethan slowly turned his head.
I didn't.
I couldn't.
Fear glued me to my chair.
The café suddenly felt smaller.
Colder.
Every laugh.
Every conversation.
Every movement around us felt suspicious.
Then Ethan's eyes narrowed.
He was staring at someone.
Someone behind me.
Vanessa was too.
"What do you see?" I whispered.
Neither answered.
That terrified me more than anything.
Finally, Ethan spoke.
"Don't panic."
Wrong thing to say.
Whenever someone says don