LEONARD
“Alice, please, stop!”
I chased after her, the cold air knifing against my lungs as she power-walked down the dimly lit street.
She didn’t look back, not once.
Her shoulders were stiff, her stride sharp like she wanted to put an entire world between us.
I reached her just before she crossed the intersection. “Alice, wait,” I said, catching her arm gently.
She froze and then she turned, and the expression on her face made my chest cave in just a little.
Shock, anger, hurt she was trying and failing to swallow down clearly visible on her face.
“Let go of me.” Her voice was calm in that way people get when they’re seconds from breaking.
I released her immediately, hands raised slightly, but I didn’t move away. “Things aren’t what they looked like in there.”
She blinked a
