MADISON'S POV:
If I just reached Dr. Hall’s office, I’d be safe. She’d fix it, the way she always had.
A sharp breath. Then another. Run. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs refused to cooperate.
Then, miraculously, his attention shifted to someone emerging from the law firm, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit, hands raised, face pale with terror.
I exhaled in a rush, almost falling with relief. While the agents focused on their actual target, I forced myself to walk away calmly, casually, making sure I seemed normal without bringing attention to myself.
But the remaining two blocks to Dr. Hall's office felt like a marathon. Every person who looked at me twice, every uniformed officer, every government vehicle sent fresh waves of panic through my system. By the time
