Sky’s POV
Nothing about the night was smooth, the night was like a tense, suffocating blanket. The hospital gown, now stained with grime and cold from the damp air, was a cruel reminder of my failed escape and the life I’d just abandoned. I was huddled in the recessed doorway of a closed laundromat, the metallic tang of fear still sharp in my throat.
The call. That single, terrifying phone call that had shattered my brief, fragile peace. This was not anything simple has the problems I had with my twin sister or my ex. No! This was on a high level. This was incriminating. And maybe I should have been careful and not let them find me.
I pulled my thin knees closer to my chest, every single one of my muscles is terribly aching, and the familiar wave of nausea washed over me. It wasn't just
