Viktoria POV:
I’m trembling so hard my teeth chatter, and I can’t stop it. Kaden takes my face gently in his big palms, and forces me to meet his eyes. His eyes are wide with worry.
“Viktoria, what is it? What happened?”
“I—I don’t know how to explain it,” I say, almost blubbering. “I think I might be going crazy.”
He looks around, scanning the empty porch, then pastime into the house. “Okay,” he says. “We can’t talk out here. Do you still want to go to my place?”
I nod, glancing over my shoulder again, expecting to see the woman floating behind me. I stare warily at the empty street, and the houses, listening for sounds, for the comforting noise of people. Someone should cough, a child should cry, a dog should bark. I need proof of life, Kaden is not enough, for all i know, he’s a
