Sky’s POV
The phone clattered against the asphalt, the sound swallowed by the sudden, terrifying roar in my ears. Someone was outside my room. Trying to get in.
My chest felt like it was going to split open. It's fear. It was a suffocating blanket, familiar and hated, thrown over me the moment I heard that frantic gasp from the nurse. I scrambled back from the window of the empty room I'd retreated to, my heart hammering a desperate, uneven rhythm against my ribs.
They found me.
The whisper I’d been repeating in my head for the past year was no longer a paranoid thought, but a cold, certain truth. They found me.
I felt sick. My legs were shaking so violently I had to lean against the wall, dragging my hand down my face, tasting the coppery tang of panic. My mind was a dizzying spiral
