The night air was crisp, filling my lungs as I closed the door to my apartment behind me.
I walked toward the car parked in front of my house, where George waited, his smile bright enough to light up the darkness.
“Happy birthday again, Alondra,” he said as he opened the passenger door for me.
I gave him a grateful smile, but just as I was about to get in, something caught my eye in my peripheral vision.
In the shadows at the edge of the street, a flash of white flickered briefly. My heart skipped a beat.
I turned my head, staring into the dim light, taking a couple of steps as if hypnotized. Could it be? No, it couldn’t.
“Is something wrong?” George’s voice broke the silence behind me, startling me slightly.
“No, nothing,” I replied, shaking my head as if that would dispel the imag
