Sarah's POV
My heart was still racing as I stepped into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. The tension from the river lingered in my chest, making every breath feel too shallow and quick.
Pressing a hand over my pounding heart, I whispered to myself, "What if it had been someone? What if they recognised Anderson and me?"
The questions spiralled in my head, each one more terrifying than the last.
The twig had not been broken by a person—it was a deer. For a brief moment, its wide, innocent eyes locked with mine before it darted back into the bushes.
I let out a long, shaky breath and slumped onto my bed. I needed to end this. Whatever it was between Anderson and me, it had to stop permanently. Because if anything like today happened again, I was not sure I would be able to res
