Elara’s hands tremble as she grips the letter, her vision blurring with panic. The inked words stare back at her, chilling her to the bone.
Found you.
Her breath quickens, her chest tightening as if a steel band has wrapped around her ribs. This is it. They’ve finally caught up to her. She doesn’t even realize she’s backing away from the door until her foot catches the leg of a chair. The sudden jolt snaps her out of her trance, and she spins around, her mind screaming one command.
Run.
She doesn’t know where she’s going. Only that she has to move. She needs air. Space. A place to think. To disappear.
The lake.
Her feet carry her there before she can process the decision. The night is cool, the moon casting silver ripples over the water. She grips her arms, her nails digging into her
