Arianna
I was pacing in Samantha’s tiny house, unable to believe I had to return to the life I was trying to escape.
“Will you stop doing that? You're making me dizzy,” Samantha said, her voice cutting through my thoughts. She was sitting on the built-in seat, watching me as I paced.
I stopped and threw my hands up in frustration. “I knew there was a risk of running into people I had done jobs for. I knew I could be outed by them too. That’s why I tried to stay low-key—avoiding socializing, just going to my job and back to that apartment,” I explained.
“So, why didn’t you just shift into an animal and stick to the forest? I would think that would be a better way to hide,” Samantha suggested.
I sighed. “Because I’m not an animal. I can’t live that way,” I said, returning to sit next to
