The morning sunlight should be comforting, yet it made my physical and psychological state that much worse. I hadn’t slept at all the entire previous night and had watched movies back-to-back, yet they never had the power to drown the constant thrum of fear that swirled in my head. I didn’t feel comfortable here.
I pulled the blinds half ajar and squinted against the sun in the street beyond my feet. Cars crept slowly along the street and strangers passed along the sidewalk. Everything appeared perfectly normal.
Something was certainly amiss.
The email. The shadow.
The voice of the cellular phone
I glanced at my cellphone. Nothing. No call at all. Nothing from Lucas.
Not from any individual whatsoever
Was it really over? Had they lost hope, or had they been waiting for the perfect t
