Mia couldn’t shake the feeling off. She still had a feeling, a creepy feeling, that she was being watched. She checked her computer as soon as she arrived home every night, but there were no more shadows. Had she imagined them? Was it just someone passing by outside? She’d not really felt safer even with the security guy around. Distracted certainly, but there was still something that made her uneasy and he wouldn’t be there every night, however much he wanted to be.<br/><br/>It was the same outside, on the way to and from work. She just couldn’t get the idea out of her head that there was someone watching her every move, following her around. She hadn’t seen anyone, although she tried to spot whoever it was in reflections or catch them out by suddenly jumping on a bus or turning into a shop.<br/><br/>Determined to get to the bottom of her feelings, she decided to search the flat, just to be sure that nothing had been taken and to check whether the guy – she was still certain it was a guy – had left any trace behind.<br/><br/>That was how she came to find the camera.<br/><br/>She sat on the bed shaking. How long had it been there? That was why he hadn’t been back, why there were no more shadows. The guy must have installed it the day she saw the shadows. He watched her, watched her dress and undress, watched her with that security guard.<br/><br/>She rushed into the bathroom and threw up.