Liliana
I ran as fast as my heels would allow, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged bird. The man from the cafe was behind me somewhere, I could feel his presence even though I didn't dare look back.
The busy sidewalk became a maze of bodies I had to push through. Business people with their phones pressed to their ears, mothers pushing strollers, tourists taking pictures. Normal people living normal lives while I fled for mine.
"Excuse me, sorry," I gasped, shoving past a group of teenagers who gave me dirty looks. My ankle twisted painfully in the stupid expensive heels, but I kept running. Martha's blanket flapped behind me like a cape, making me feel even more ridiculous. I probably looked like a crazy person. The street curved ahead, and I could see a small park with tree
