Chapter 3
A middle-aged woman named Linda was arranging bread on a shelf.
“Please,” Sofia whispered, barely able to breathe. “There’s a man following me.”
Linda’s expression changed immediately.
She locked the front door and pulled Sofia farther from the window.
Then she reached for her phone.
The stranger had disappeared.
At least, that was what they thought.
Police arrived ten minutes later.
Two officers searched the street, nearby yards, and the alley behind the bakery. They found no one.
Sofia described the man as carefully as she could.
Tall.
Dark clothes.
Black cap.
A strange, cold stare.
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One officer crouched beside her.
“You did the right thing,” he said. “Never lead someone who is following you to your home.”
When Sofia’s mother arrived, she was crying so hard she could barely speak.
She wrapped her arms around her daughter and refused to let go.
The police drove them home.
Everyone believed the danger was over.
But that evening, one of the officers returned.
He was not smiling anymore.
“Sofia,” he said quietly, “I need to ask you something.”
The girl sat beside her mother.
“Did you tell that man your name?”
Sofia shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
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The officer slowly placed a small plastic evidence bag on the table.
Inside was a folded piece of paper.
