Noah's POV When a silent shadow starts following your every step, paranoia becomes the only companion you have left in the dark. I quickened my pace down the empty sidewalk while the low hum of that mysterious motorcycle vibrated straight through the soles of my shoes. The dark helmet of the rider remained locked onto my back like a predator watching its prey. I ducked into the bright lights of a late night convenience store and waited near the glass windows. The motorcycle slowed down to a crawl outside, idled by the curb for a long ten seconds, and then accelerated into the night with a loud roar of its pipes. I let out a shaky breath that fogged up the glass, but the cold knot of dread in my stomach refused to loosen its grip.Paranoia clung to my skin like a second coat over the next few days. Every time I walked out of the apartment building or left the hospital after visiting Lily, I found myself scanning every street corner for that same black bike. I told myself I was just i