The wind on the bridge was a living thing, cold and cruel, tearing at my thin clothes until I was shaking from the inside out.
The phone in my pocket wouldn't stop buzzing. It felt like a frantic heartbeat against my thigh, a constant reminder of the world I was supposed to be hiding from. I pulled it out with trembling fingers. It was Mia. Again.
I swiped to answer, pressing the cool glass to my ear as a gust of wind nearly knocked me off my feet. "Mia?"
"Jane! Oh thank God," Mia’s voice exploded through the line, thick with tears and frantic relief. "Where are you? I’ve been calling for an hour. I went to the apartment, and the door was…Jane, the door was off the hinges. There’s glass everywhere. I thought they took you. I thought you were gone."
I leaned my forehead against the cold
