BURNING WOODEN BRIDGES
Emily woke up and did her usual routine – making and having breakfast with her husband, prepping for work and the likes, before leaving the house for work
And then, the feeling got her again.
She had been having this crippling anxiety for a while now – like someone was watching her. Ever since the whole event with the “Children of Azraloth” as Sly had told her, there always seemed to be an eye on her.
She dismissed it, though, maybe she was just being paranoid.
But even when she got into her car and tried to drive, she felt like she was not the only one that had been in the car.
‘Yeah, of course. You have a husband,’ an inner voice chided her skepticism and she tried to relax for a little bit.
Maybe she was just overthinking the entire thing.
She got to work
