ANDY
I couldn’t explain it, but I was panicked.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being followed, but every time I checked the rearview mirror, no one was behind me.
At a young age, my father taught all his children never to trust what they saw. Trust your gut. I’d forgotten that when I ran, but now it was glaringly loud.
I removed the SIM card from my phone, planning to buy a new one, but something told me to run. Don’t stop. Get home.
Something about the way Gideon had looked down at me, a fistful of my hair in his hand, told me he wasn’t the man I’d thought I’d married.
And I was no longer safe with him.
I didn’t stop after the ATM, where I pulled out the maximum my card would allow. I would use only cash and leave nothing behind for Gideon to follow once he was done playin
