The Prodigal Brother

Cassia Rowe

As days passed, the uneasy feeling of being watched settled deep in my chest, and despite my attempts to brush it off, it remained, prickling at my nerves. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, as though someone’s gaze lingered on me even when no one was around. The sensation grew more unsettling with each passing day. I tried to distract myself with the kids, who were thankfu