Chapter 17: Returning Home

Vivian watched as the green pastures turned to crowded city streets from the back of the SUV. She’d been so sure that Everett was holding back, pushing her away, but then … after what he said, she wasn’t really sure of anything anymore. A part of her had wanted to stay, trust him, but another part was screaming at her to leave. She wasn’t lying when she told Everett her absence would raise suspicions. Four days off the grid was maybe a hunting trip, but any longer and they’d send someone to check on her if she didn’t call in. And she wasn’t about to call in from Everett’s house.

The SUV rolled to a stop outside her building, the setting sun casting a deep orange glow over the empty streets. By the time Vivian gathered her bag from the truck, the streets were dark. As Vivian reached the landing to her flat, she paused, something feeling off. She slipped the knife from the inside pocket of her bomber jacket, holding it tightly with the blade out, ready to attack.