The Shadow in the Rearview

Summary

It was deep into the night when Mom picked me up to drive us back home.

After we pulled out of the rest stop, I noticed the black sedan parked behind us started its engine at the exact same moment Mom did.

It followed us the entire way. Same direction. It stopped when we stopped. It signaled when we signaled.

It kept a consistent distance of about fifty yards.

I was one hundred percent certain: we were being followed by a stranger.

My mind raced, calculating how to shake them or how to call for help.