Glancing over his shoulder
Jack’s paranoia grew by the day. Each walk to the car felt like a gauntlet, every stranger a potential watcher. He scanned mirrors, store windows, and street corners for signs of pursuit, yet always found nothing. The absence of proof didn’t comfort him—it unsettled him more. He felt constantly observed, as though someone was always a single step ahead. The silence of not knowing pressed on him harder than any visible threat could.
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