Her mind kept returning to the unsettling fact that Jonathan knew about her painting—a detail she was certain she hadn’t shared. The thought that he might have been stalking her, watching her without her knowledge, sent a shiver down her spine.
She couldn’t even trust the safety of her own home now; going back there felt like a potential trap. With each passing moment, Amelia cycled through escape plans, but they all seemed flawed. Running would leave her vulnerable, and confronting Jonathan felt like playing with fire.