Emma’s POV

Two weeks had passed since that strange encounter in the library. Two long weeks filled with a mounting sense of dread that gnawed at me relentlessly. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me—following me. Every time I stepped out of the house or walked to the library, I felt eyes on me. It was as if a shadow trailed me everywhere, and no matter how fast I walked or how many times I glanced over my shoulder, I could never see who it was.