The bus was full.
Every seat taken. People standing shoulder to shoulder.
“Move down, please,” the driver called.
At the next stop, more passengers squeezed in.
Among them — a boy.
Maybe eight.
Quiet. Clean. Almost invisible.
He looked around for a seat.
One spot was open.
Next to a woman by the window.
“Can I sit here?” he asked softly.
She didn’t look up.
Just shifted slightly.
“Fine.”
He sat down.
Carefully.
Hands folded in his lap.
The bus moved again.
Nothing unusual.
For a while.
Then the boy leaned slightly toward her.
Not touching.
Just close enough to speak.
His voice was calm.
“He’s been following you since the last stop.”
The woman froze.
“…What?” she whispered.
The boy didn’t look at her.
Didn’t repeat it.
He just lifted his hand.
And pointed.
Slowly.
Toward the back of the bus.
The woman’s eyes followed.
At first — nothing.
Then—
a man.
Standing still.
Looking straight at her.
Not blinking.
Not pretending.
Just watching.
The woman’s breathing changed.
“…Do you know him?” she asked.
The boy shook his head.
“No.”
The bus hit a bump.
No one else seemed to notice.
No one else reacted.
The woman looked forward again.
Trying to stay calm.
But her hands… started shaking.
“He got on after you,” the boy added quietly.
“How do you know?” she whispered.
The boy paused.
Just for a second.
Then said something that made her turn toward him instantly.
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