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I drove like a mad person, my hands trembling, my legs shaking, my breathing shallow.
At some point, when I was sure I wasn’t being followed, I stopped the car on the side of the road and took deep breaths. Oh, s**t, what had I done? I had been face-to-face with the killers and I had run.
Like a coward.
I was a coward.
I leaned my head over the steering wheel and let the tears come. Tears of fear, of frustration, of disappointment in myself. How could I have done this? How could I have left? This was what I had been working toward for so long. I had even suggested using myself as bait before. If Delia had agreed, what would I have done? Run at the first sign of trouble?
This was ridiculous. I was ridiculous.
I let the tears flow until my energy waned, and my limbs turned numb. Wh
