Elena's P.O.V
Lesson learned, Elena, I told myself as I picked five different boxes up.
I couldn't look the cashier in the eye as I dumped a box of contraceptives and a couple of morning-after pills on the counter. She scanned them without comment, but I caught the flicker in her eyes—like she wanted to ask questions. I swiped my card, grabbed the bag, and walked out.
If there was ever a chance I’d let history repeat itself, I’d just bought insurance against it.
The city air was heavy, the kind that sticks to your skin. I crossed the street and kept walking, my mind spinning faster than my feet.
Leaving the city made sense. Leaving the country made even more sense. Somewhere Mr. Valiente couldn’t follow. Somewhere his psycho self couldn’t reach me.
But to do that, I’d n
