Paranoia -completed-

The faint sound of music from the club still echoed in Clara's ears, even after the long drive home. She fumbled with the spare key under the mat, the chill of the late night seeping into her bones. Her best friend, Jess, had vanished with a blonde-headed guy named Eric, leaving Clara to walk home alone. The poorly lit street felt menacing, and the hum of an approaching car made her heart pound.
“Hey!” a familiar voice called out, and Andrew, the green-eyed stranger from the club, pulled up beside her in a black Range Rover. His offer of a ride felt both a relief and a new source of unease.
Inside her condo, the silence was heavy. Seven missed calls and four texts from Jess confirmed her friend’s defection. Clara slipped into her nightshirt, the day's events swirling in her mind, when a sudden, sharp crash of glass shattered the quiet. Her hand instinctively reached for the metal baseball bat behind her bedroom door.
