"sometimes, danger isn't in the most obvious places. its in that old lady who waves at you every day before you leave for work. Or the sweetest and most charming person in the room"
When she hears her name she flinches but keeps walking.
No. No, you don't get to walk away from this.
I chase after her, the surge of adrenaline growing as the image of that knife flashes in my memory. I grab her by the wrist before she reaches the revolving door.
"Stop!" I say breathlessly. "Talk to me!"
"Let go!" She yells, yanking her hand back. Her eyes her glassy and there is a look of horror in them. "Camila, please...I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"What the hell Is wrong with you" I yell. "Why would you give him the key? What did I do to you?" My lips are quivering I am on the verge of tears.
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