There was nothing outwardly menacing about his face. His expression was calm, almost unreadable. Yet his gaze never shifted, never softened. It was the kind of stare that made your skin prickle, the kind that sets off an instinct deep inside—a quiet voice whispering, Something isn’t right.
Claire looked away, telling herself not to overthink it. Maybe he was lost in thought. Maybe he wasn’t even looking at her at all. But every time she dared another glance, his eyes were there, steady and unblinking.
A Sudden Decision
As the train rattled on, Claire tried to calm her thoughts. Don’t be paranoid, she told herself. But the feeling wouldn’t leave. Her hands gripped her bag tighter.
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