CHAPTER THREE
It was near morning before Mia finally emerged from the forest, finding herself in an established neighborhood with modest, seventies-style, split-level homes and mature trees. As she came up to the chain link fence surrounding a lawn full with a swing set and trampoline, a drooling pit bull raced up and started to bark viciously at her.
Backing away, she hurried along the fence until the dog was out of view, to another home with no fence. She hurried down the street, finally stopping at a 7-Eleven store to catch her breath.
That was too close. She really had to lie low, now.
That was another problem. She wanted to just run off someplace where no one would recognize her, but she was so thirsty, she could barely think.
And now, she was in trouble once again. She’d left he
