There stood Jerome at the front door, his gaze sweeping over the few cars parked before him. Thankfully, the night had fallen completely, casting shadows over the tinted windows of our vehicle, making it impossible for him to see inside.
I watched as someone approached Jerome, said a few words, and then he spat on the ground, turning back into the hospital.
I slumped in my seat, and before long, Catherine darted out of the hospital and into the car.
"Drive!" I instructed Logan.
Without hesitation, Logan started the car and sped away from the front door.
"He didn't see you, did he?" Catherine, still catching her breath, turned to me. "Damn, that was close!"
"I'm not sure. That's why we need to get back home right now."
"What's there to fear? Worst comes to worst, it's do or die. Considering your health condition right now..." Catherine sighed, shaking her head, but couldn't hold back her concern. "You really should consider leaving that house."
Logan glanced at me through the rear-view mirror.
"I can't let them off the hook just like that. This incident confirms my suspicion - it's not just about my health. If Jerome was indeed trying to follow us, that's a clear sign." I voiced out my concerns, my heart still pounding.
Catherine patted my hand, "Don't think too much. Remember, we're here for you."
Hearing this, I felt a lump in my throat. I leaned back into the seat and closed my eyes. Only then did I remember Carl, I quickly glanced back, only to find him asleep in nanny's arms.
The car sped along the road like a cheetah, but my heart felt heavy. A sense of dread slowly crept over me, leaving me anxious.
We parked in the shadows near my house. Logan suggested we wait in the car for a few moments. It wasn't late, yet my house was pitch black.
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