My phone clattered to the floor. I froze, not daring to breathe until he blinked through his confusion into recognition.

He jerked his hand away from me, scrambling back wide-eyed.

Harsh breaths stuttering out of me, I grabbed my phone and fled. I didn't stop running until I'd locked my bedroom door, sliding down the wall to sit with my knees drawn into my chest. Shaking, I touched my fingertips to my throat. The tiny drops of blood that came away were a shocking red. ...