Roman’s truck rumbled down the quiet street.

It should’ve felt like a good day to enjoy the morning breeze, ordinary, peaceful even, but his senses stayed sharp. Every sound registered in his senses a fraction too loud, every rattling bush, every squeal of a tire.

He’d become too paranoid.

He hadn’t been this far from the cabin in weeks. The distance alone felt like he was exposing their hideout..

Parking near the local market, he scanned the area first. It’d become a habit, ...