CHAPTER 41 —The Little Girl
Carolyn
I had barely reached the mouth of the alley when I heard something. At first it was so faint I almost dismissed it as imagination, a thin sound carried on the breeze, soft enough that an ordinary person would have missed it entirely.
“Leave me alone…” The voice trembled, it was that of a young girl and she sounded scared. I froze mid-step, the street ahead stretched quietly beneath the now scorching sun. Cars rolled lazily past on the main road, people walked in and out of shops, and the ordinary routine of the small town carried on without noticing anything unusual.
But my hearing wasn’t ordinary, not anymore. I tilted my head slightly, focusing past the noise of traffic and conversation. My senses stretched outward instinctively, filtering through
