ut today, something was different. The air was heavier. There was a fain

the scene in front of her. The bed covers were twisted

owed the leg

il

behind her head. She didn't look sta

her lay

blinked once, then slowly turned his head to

his voice hoarse with sleep. "

her, not to cover up, but more like a stretch. "You shou

stared at them both. Her hands tightened ar

ence st

up. No one

o sound came. Her mind tried to form words, to make s

d and wal

s. Her shoes tapped gently against the hardwood floor. She

opened the front door, and

dn't g

e hailed a cab and asked the drive

e that looked too fancy for someone in flats an

one in a booth and ordered drink after dr

chbox sat untouched o

bled out. Her heels were off. Her cheek

en watching her from the moment she walked

alled, walking faster. "Y

nswer. Her ste

. "You dropped something," he s

urmured, but it

said, chuckling. "We're ju

bbed he

she slurred,

posts. Her lunchbox fell with a dull thud. She tried to fight, pus

eadlights cut through

r screeched to a

. No hesitation. No confusion. One look at their cle

calmly, but with enough edge to m

he gleam of something tuc

ed off, swearing

sed to her k

to her forehead. She lifted her face

er saviors, tall and sha

ed to the car-the d

d someone

bly trying to burn the image of this savior into her memor