CHAPTER ELEVEN
Charlotte didn’t even get to make a coffee the next morning before the dread returned, thanks to another note under the door.
Maybe get a draft stopper.
Gloves on, she unfolded the paper, half knowing what she’d see.
Her image stared back from another printout in black and white. Last night she’d put her high alert response down to having been a bit tipsy. But it was time to trust herself. This photo was taken when she’d stopped and scanned the street. She’d looked into the camera without knowing it.
A lump formed in her throat and her hands shook. She dropped the paper and stepped back. Her breath came in gulps and she needed to run. Fling the door open and flee from here. Go as fast as her body would allow until she could run no more. Except she wasn’t doing that anym
