CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE – IRINA’S SCHEMING WAYS

As she scrolled through options, a pop-up ad appeared on her screen. "Worried about your safety? We can help." It seemed too convenient, almost suspiciously so. Rebecca hesitated, then clicked. The website looked professional enough, offering various security services. Rebecca was about to fill out the contact form when she paused. What if this was a trap? What if Irina was behind this somehow? Frustrated, Rebecca slammed her laptop shut. She felt like a prisoner in her own life, constantly looking over her shoulder. A knock at her door made her jump. Rebecca approached cautiously, peering through the peephole. It was Mrs. Rossi, her elderly neighbor. "Rebecca, dear?" Mrs. Rossi called. "I made too much pasta. I thought you might like some." Rebecca hesitated, then opened the door. "That's very kind of you, Mrs. Rossi. Thank you." As she accepted the container of pasta, Rebecca noticed a car parked across the street. The windows were tinted, but she could swear someone was watchi