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Please let it be there Please let it be there

Finally, I spot it, half-hidden behind a white van Fu inhands, I press the button to unlock the car

I’nition when I seefroun in his hand

I’as station, the first one I’ve seen on this winding mountain road

That had been close, much too close

They’re getting bolder, more desperate

They shot atstreet

My legs feel like rubber as I step out of the car, clutching as, in that order—and ideally a new vehicle, as theythey didn’t already have it

I have no idea how they found h my car

The proble criminals hellbent on murder comes from books and movies, and I have no idea what h, I’ any of my credit cards, and I ditched my phone the very first day

Another problem is I have exactly thirty-two dollars and twenty-four cents inposition I interviewed for thisin Boise would’ve been a lifesaver, as the café oas open to paying me cash under the table, but they found le shift

A few inches to the right, and the bullet would’ve gone through my head instead of that storefront

Blood pooling on the kitchen floor… Pink robe on white tile… Glazed, unseeing stare…

My heart rate spikes andto buckle underneathbreath, trying to get theof my pulse to slow as I shove the memories deep dohere they can’t squeeze my throat in a vise

I can’t think about what happened If I do, I’ll fall apart and they’ll win

They ht win anyway because I have no

One thing at a time, Chloe One foot in front of the other

Mom’s voice cohten away froone from desperate to critical?

I’m still alive, and I intend to stay that way

I extracted all the glass shards froo, but the T-shirt I wrapped around it to stop the bleeding looks strange, so I grab my hoodie from the trunk and put the hood up to hide as station I don’t know if the people after e, but it’s better not to risk it