If he can’t immediately see me, then I’ll feel better. Safety in the distance and all that.

Walking, walking—in stupidly high shoes until I get past a few alleyways and find an opening leading onto the main road further down. A couple of blocks should do it, and then I will answer.

He isn’t giving up. My phone is gaining missed call after missed call, and I have had to mute the ringer to stop jumping every time it goes off. I get another text after another string of ...