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As I reach Ada onto the road, and I practically hurl myself in front of it, desperate to make it stop The driver hits the brakes and leans out the ith a shout “What the hell is wrong with you, lady?”

I don’t answer I just yank open the back door and slide inside, rattling off my address by rote

He shoots et the fuck out of his cab Then he gru under his breath and pulls away from the curb

It’s a short drive I was more than halfway to my house when theas if it’s trying to receive a staticky radio signal, and ers drum out an errat

ic rhythm on the faux-leather seat beside me

Those eyes

One a pure, rich brown and the other a striking combination of summer blue and the same chocolate brown

It was the dark-haired man froht All three rising up out of the darkness like ghosts frorave

Thesure of it

It’s been over two years since I last saw hiet his face

Did he forget mine?

Does he knohose life he just saved?

My ride ends abruptly as the driver pulls up outside ht’s tips and hand the hand As he pulls away, I race up the complex stairs and head to my apartment Once inside, I ihts, and peek outside theat the street below, breathing hard

A shiver crawls upfollowed by ht

Wondering if I’ve been followed home