Viktoria POV
I can’t stop shaking. My hands tremble as I fumble with my bag, walking fast through the gathering darkness of evening.
Shadows seem to be coming alive everywhere I look. A startled cat jumps out of a trashcan in an alley and my heart pops into my mouth. I let out a small yelp, my eyes straining against their sockets.
Every sound feels amplified: the rustle of leaves, the wind slapping against a tin roof somewhere, even the distant bark of a dog. I keep glancing over my shoulder, afraid that I might see her again. The woman in white, floating over the road and following me. Or watching from the narrow corner of an alley with those kind eyes, her voice in my brain.
My breath comes in short bursts as I hurry down the final stretch of road to my house. The instant I’m insi
