She sat in the driver’s seat of her brand-new car in the parking lot of her brand-new apartment, her head resting on the steering wheel as she willed herself to get out. To go inside. To start her brand-new life.
She took a deep breath, dried her eyes, and opened the car door. The cool night air rushed in like a lover eager to greet her.
She shook away the thought, burying the memories. Not now.
She opened the hatch and pulled out her duffel, slinging it over her shoulder. She took the first few steps toward her apartment with trepidation until determination took hold and her pace quickened. She unlocked the door, sweeping it open and stepping inside. Fumbling for the light, she dropped her bag on the plushly carpeted floor. Her fingertips found the switch, throwing on a soft golden glow.
It illuminated the tiny loft like sunrise.
Not here, too.
Keys, duffel, trepidation – all forgotten. She took a couple of steps further into the room, heart pounding, breath held.
Oh, yes. She could see clearly now.
In the carpet.
They’d found her. Again.