**Elena’s POV**

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I did, I knew I’d see him behind me. Or worse, I’d imagine him there. My feet hit the wet ground again and again as I pushed through the trees. Branches scratched my arms and stomach, leaving stinging welts all over my body.

I kept imagining a hand grabbing my arm and dragging me back; the thought alone made me run faster.

It was so cold; I was wearing only a bra and sweatpants, both wet from the rain and clinging to my skin. The wind ...