For so long, I’d allowed it to own me.
But I didn’t want that.
Not anymore.
I wanted to stay.
I wanted to stay.
But how could I do that if there was a chance I’d been found? Discovered?
I looked again, peering through the mass of people who were traveling the streets.
I glimpsed him again.
A man loitering back about a hundred yards, though I was sure it was the same person who’d hidden themselves behind the wall a minute ago.
A shadow.
A wraith.
A ghost catching up to me.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Panic rose in a tide of stinging bile, filling my chest and climbing up my throat. Breaths panted from my spasming lungs, and the air wheezed in and out.
I glanced again.
He was there.
A man wearing a khaki jacket and brown pants.
He’d grown nearer, though I still couldn’t fully make out his features with the glare of the sun.
But I was sure of it. He was tracking me.
Terror tore through my bloodstream, setting fire to my nerves, and I started to jog. Pushing between people, jostling them aside in my haste.
“Hey, watch where you’re going,” a man shouted as I knocked into him from the side.
I didn’t slow to apologize.
I couldn’t.
I had to get away. I had to get away.
I made it to the next street.
Culberry.
I didn’t wait for the light to turn, I darted across it. A car horn blared and tires screeched. A startled scream burst out of me, and I whirled that way, my hands pushed out in front of me like they might protect me from the impact.
I gasped as the car careened to a stop an inch away.
The woman driving was shouting obscenities, gesturing her frustration and fear through the windshield.