Chapter 36
My parents donât normally call me without scheduling out time to talk first. We have a good relationship, but we donât speak press the that often considering how busy my schedule is. Could it be an emergency? I wonder. I quickly answer the call and phone to my ear.
âHey, Mom,â I say cheerfully, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knot of anxiety in my stomach. âWhatâs going on?â
âHey, Carrie, itâs good to hear your voice,â my momâs voice crackles through the speaker. Despite the cute nickname she uses for me, her words are laden with concern. My worry only grows.
âYou sound nervous. Did something happen?â I ask
I hear my fatherâs voice from the other side of the line, this time
you out,â he says. I huff. Theyâre always worrying about me, ever he you busy right now? We donât want to stress
Iâm the one who should be worrying about them.
âIâm not busy. Please tell me, youâre making me antsy,â I insist. My parents hesitate for a moment before diving in.
âWell⦠Thereâs this strange black car we keep seeing,â my mother begins. âWe catch sight of it late at night. Itâs never there during the day. It seemed a bit strange at first, but we mostly ignored itâ people are always coming in and out of the neighborhood and all that.â
âThat was how it started,â my dad continues. âBut⦠Recently, weâve been seeing⦠Shadows.â
âShadows?â I echo. I canât help but think about the strange photographer who was waiting for Aiden and I. I shudder.
âYes, shadows!â My mother says âAt night, we keep seeing movement in the yard. We thought it was some sort of wild animal, at first, but then it persisted. The other night, I realized that a man was sneaking around at the fringes of our yard. I canât help but wonder if itâs been people like him all along-
My stomach twists with dread. âDo you think theyâre paparazzi?â I ask. I find itâs easier to go along with Aidenâs typical explanation than to listen to my own instincts.
âWeâre not sure,â my mom admits, âbut it seems a bit⦠strange. The car doesnât have any markings on it Plus, no one has approached us directly. All we have to go off of are vague glimpses late at night.â
My mind races as I think back to the man who had followed Aiden and I out of the party and the one who was waiting in our driveway. Could it be the same person? I wonder fearfully. Hell, could it be a group of people? Is someone really following us, and now theyâre following my parents?
âThank you for telling me,â I say. âPlease stay safe. Maybe consider filing a police report. Definitely invest in a good security system.
âWeâll be alright, Carol,â my father reassures me. âWe just wanted to let you know. This whole situation could start affecting
you, too.â
I hold my tongue as I feel the urge to tell them about my own experiences. I donât need to frighten them more right now,
think.
âOf course,â I say quickly. âIâm going to talk to Aiden about all of this. We should talk more soon, okay?â
âAbsolutely, my mom chimes in. âWe love you, Carrie. Please take care, okay?â
âOkay,â 1 echo with a small smile. âLove you,
100.â
Thang up the phone with a mounting sense of dread. The next time Aiden has a break from practicing. I wave him down from the sidelines. As soon as heâs taken off his helmet I jump into the story of everything my parents had just told me.
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As I speak, Aidenâs brow furrows with frustration at the strangers at my parentsâ home. His jaw clenches and unclenches.
âI should have reported that photographer to the police when I had the chance,â he mutters once Iâve finished, his voice tinged with regret. âTil look into it. Carol. I promise.â
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I shake my head, placing a hand on his arm in a gesture of reassurance. âItâs okay, Aiden,â I insist. âNo one is hurt. Everything is okay. I just wanted to let you know for now, you need to focus on your match tomorrow and not let this distract you too
much.â
Aidenâs expression softens as he
ets my gaze, âThanks, Carol, he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. He runs a hand over my arm lovingly. âI couldnât have asked for a better mate.â
The day of the match finally arrives, and Aidenâs anticipation radiates off of him. The tension in the air is palpable as ready to head to the rink.
he gets
This match is the 18-to-8 elimination match for all teams in the region. It was hard to imagine eight entire teams being eliminated from the running in such a short period of time. If Aidenâs team loses, it will end before it can even begin.
1 try my hardest to distract him. The online reports that have been coming out arenât exactly optimistic about the Statford Freezeâs chances. Plenty of pieces had already come out suggesting Aidenâs potential elimination.
The moment when Aiden needs to head to the rink finally arrives. He stands by the door, breathing in deeply as he hoists his equipment over his shoulder. Heâs about to step out when I stop him with a gentle hand on his arm.
âHey, I say softly, my voice filled with faith. âI know you can do this, Aiden. I know just how hard youâve been working. Itâs going to pay off, okay? I believe in you.â
Aidenâs eyes meet mine, his expression full of anxiety. As I speak, the tension in his shoulders slips away. All of his worries seem to melt away like magic. A smile tugs at his lips, gratitude shining in his eyes.
Just as quickly as happiness flashed across his face, hisyxpression freezes in place. His eyebrows raise, and a strange look sparks in his eyes. He almost looks uneasy.
âWhatâs wrong?â I ask. He shakes his head.
âItâs probably nothing. Itâs justâ¦â His expression becomes pensive âHave you always been this good at comforting people?â
I blink. âOh. I donât know.â A bemused smile pulls at my lips. Thank you, I guess?â
Aiden studies me for a long moment. I tilt my head with confusion.
âIs everything alright, Aiden?â I ask, genuinely concerned. He shakes his head.
âNo, no, itâs nothing,â he says. He pulls me into a tight hug. âThank you, Carol. Iâll see you at the rinkâ He presses a kiss to my forehead and waves goodbye.
Aidenâs strange behavior gives me a sense of uncase. Maybe he just nervous about the game, I tell myself. As I get ready to head to the match myself, a voice in the back of my head tells the I know something more is happening.
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