We didn't turn. Not immediately.
The words stayed on Adrian's phone, bright against the grey morning, and every instinct inside me screamed to look over my shoulder, but instinct had nearly gotten us killed more than once tonight.
Adrian spoke without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Don't."
"I wasn't"
"You were."
His voice stayed low.
"They want us to turn."
My pulse hammered against my ribs.
"How do you know?"
"Because if someone is really behind us, they already know we've read the message."
He pressed the side button. The screen went black.
"Walk."
"What?"
"Normally."
I stared at him.
"Adrian"
"Walk."
There was something in his tone that pulled me forward before fear could root me to the pavement. Side by side, we began walking. Not too fast, not too slow. Just two
