Uninvited Guest
It was 5 p.m. on a Friday in May. This Friday felt better than ever since it was a beautiful day outside, and little traffic on the road. I was headed home from work, and as I turned up the radio and sang along to pass time on the way home, I had noticed a car that had followed me since I left work. I thought nothing of it at first, as the way home is a major route for a lot of people, but as I neared closer to my hometown it seemed this car was possibly following me for a reason, and this was no coincidence.
