Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 290

hapter 290

I looked back through the rear window. No one following. Yet.

“Mommy, are we going on a train?’

Maybe, baby. We’re just… exploring our options.”

The cab wound through Manhattan traffic. I kept checking behind us, but saw nothing suspicious. Just normal city traffic.

Maybe this will actually work.

We were about ten blocks from the hospital when I saw her.

A woman in black, standing at a bus stop. Long coat, dark hair, something familiar about her posture…

Nancy.

My blood went cold.

No. You’re being paranoid. Lots of people wear black coats.

But as we passed, the woman turned slightly, and I caught a glimpse of her profile.

Definitely Nancy.

Coincidence. Has to be.

The cab continued toward Penn Station. I forced myself to breathe, to think/rationally.

Even if it was Nancy, so what? But wasn’t she in London?

Unless Julian sent her.

Nancy’s current outfit was almost identical to that woman in black from a few days ago-even though she’d been wearing a mask.

ferthinking

Was she the woman in black from before? But that woman hadn’t approached us or tried to affect us in any way. Maybe i was overthinking this

‘Here we are, the driver announced, pulling up to Penn Station.

I paid him with shaking hands and helped Lila out of the cab.

The station was busy even this late-commuters heading home, tourists with luggage, the usual chaos of New York transit. Perfect.

We walked through the main concourse, and I started to relax. Lost in the crowd, anonymous, safe.

‘Mommy, where are we going?”

I’m still deciding, baby. Let’s just walk for a minute.

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3:27 pm

Chapter 290-

was tranning the departure board, looking for trains heading atty where but back to Julian, when Lila tugged on my hand.

Mommy, look.

I followed her gaze.

0130

Nancy stood about fifty feet away, near the information booth. She’d taken off her coat now, revealing a black sweater undertreath She wasn’t looking at us -she was studying her phone-but something about her presence made my skin crawl.

How did she get here so fast?

Was she following us?

The thought sent a chill down my spine.

If Nancy had been the woman in black at the cemetery, then she hadn’t just happened to be there. She’d deliberately followed us to Virginia. To my mother’s

grave.

But why?

And if she’d been tracking us then, how long had this been going on? Had she been watching us before that? Following our every move while Julian told me she was safely thousands of miles away in London?

My phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: Running won’t help, Elena.

I stared at the screen, my hands trembling.

Unknown Number: Some conversations are inevitable.

“Mommy?” Lila’s voice seemed to come from very far away. “You look scared.”/

I looked up. Nancy was gone.

Where-

‘Elena.

The voice came from directly behind me.

I spun around, pulling Lila close.

Nancy stood there, maybe ten feet away. Up close, the resemblance between us was even more unsettling the same bone structure, the same coloring. Like looking at a funhouse mirror version of myself.

But her eyes… her eyes were wrong. Too bright. Too focused.

“We need to talk,’ she said quietly.

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