Her eyes darted for an escape—an alley, a door, anything. But the street stretched on, endless and cold, with no sign of safety. Her legs ached, every step more painful than the last. Her lungs felt like they would burst, but she kept running.

She had no choice.

Her breaths were ragged, and she knew she couldn’t keep this pace for much longer. Her legs faltered for just a second. Just a second. But that second was enough.

A hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her back. She gasped, her body ...