Below the image, a message appeared.

*You should have stayed hidden.*

My breath caught in my throat.

I looked out the back window of the cab, searching the headlights behind us.

A black sedan was trailing three cars back, matching our speed perfectly.

I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white.

“Driver,” I said, my voice barely audible. “Can you go faster?”

“Traffic’s bad on the bridge, lady,” he muttered.

The black sedan lane-changed, moving one car closer.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

I pulled Liam and Chloe closer to my sides.

“Just keep driving,” I whispered to the driver.

He glared at me in the rearview mirror but stepped on the gas.

The rain smeared the red brake lights of the cars ahead of us.

The black sedan lane-changed again, its headlights glaring into our cabin.

My phone vibrated violently in my palm.

I looked down, expecting another threat from the unknown number.

Instead, Benjamin’s name flashed on the screen.

I swiped the bar and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Benjamin, someone is following us,” I said, keeping my voice low so the twins wouldn’t wake.