It was a quiet evening when Claire hopped onto the train, heading home from her long day at work.

The warm orange sunset filled the sky through the windows, casting a soft glow inside.

As she found her seat, she noticed a man across from her who kept staring.

His gaze felt odd, not out of malice, but with something that made her uncomfortable.

She could sense a kind of unease creeping up her spine.

The train ride was peaceful, but Claire, feeling restless, decided to leave a little earlier than usual at the next station.

She hurriedly grabbed her things and made her way to the door.

Just as she stepped out, she glanced back and saw the man still staring.

The unease in her chest grew, so she decided to take the next train back home,

hoping for a more relaxed journey.

Five minutes later, her phone rang. It was her husband, Mark, his voice full of worry.

“Were you on the train?” he asked urgently. “Yes,” she replied, confused.

“Why?”Mark, almost panicked, shouted, “Return to the station, now!

You have to come back!”Claire was bewildered.

Her heart raced as she tried to process his words.

“What happened? Why should I return?”

He hesitated, then spoke softly.

“You’re safe now, but someone close to you was watching you—someone who had been following you for a while, someone who you’ve seen before.”

Claire’s mind raced as she realized the man who had been staring at her was no stranger.

But how had Mark known? How did he feel her presence even when they were miles apart?

In that moment, Claire understood that love wasn’t just about being there physically.

It was a connection so deep that it transcended distance and time.

Mark had felt her anxiety, even from afar, and knew instinctively that something wasn’t right.

With his reassurance, she returned to the station,

heart calm now that she knew her loved one was always watching over her, even when she felt alone.