A few minutes later, her phone rang. It was her husband, Mark. His voice, usually firm, was urgent. "Did you just get on the train?"
“Yes,” Claire replied, surprised by the intensity of his tone. “Why?”
Mark didn't hesitate. "Go back to the station, now! You have to go back!"
Claire froze where she stood, her heart pounding in her ears. "What are you talking about? Why should I come back?"
There was a pause, and when Mark spoke again, his voice was softer, but full of certainty. "You're safe now. But someone was watching you. Someone who followed you. Someone... familiar."
Claire held her breath. Her mind flashed back to the man's gaze, the way he'd pinned her there. "How do you know?" she whispered. "How do you know?"
But she already sensed the answer. It wasn't logical. It wasn't proof. It was something deeper.
Somehow, Mark had sensed her fear from miles away. Somehow, he knew she wasn't alone on that train.
