QUINN
Dawn didn’t just break; it bared its teeth.
I felt it in the way the wind cut across my skin as I moved, fast and directionless, trying to run away from everything that was closing in on me.
Outside the city, every path felt watched. Each step I took felt like I was walking into a burning furnace. But I didn’t stop, because I couldn’t.
My breath came out unevenly as I turned into a quieter street, the noise of the city thinning behind me. The motel and the chaos with it were gone.
And now, I had to face whatever the next step I would be taking.
They managed to find me everywhere I went. Their eyes lurked closely in the city. The next option was disappearing.
The way Morrison once did.
Starting my life afresh, just me and my child. Ditching the confusion, subtle attacks and fi
