Daphne adjusted the strap of her duffel bag and pulled her baseball cap lower over her eyes as she walked into the airport.
In a few hours, her vacation will begin.
But something still felt wrong. Or maybe she was being paranoid.
It wasn’t like she never got rewarded by Father before. It was rare, but it did happen.
She kept walking, her boots silent against the polished floor. But her spine tensed.
She felt it…the prickling sensation between her shoulder blades. Like a thread being tugged at the back of her neck.
She slowed, just slightly, and glanced at her reflection in the glass of a perfume shop window.
Nothing out of place.
A couple dragging wheeled suitcases. A group of young women taking selfies. A security guard sipping coffee by the doors.
No eyes on her. No obvious thre
