Chapter 9

That comment stuck like a poisoned thorn in flesh. For the next two days, I lived like a startled bird. I pulled down the repair shop's shutter halfway early, canceled all non-essential repair appointments, only accepting odd jobs that could be picked up immediately. Most of the time I stayed upstairs, monitoring the street through curtain cracks. Every unfamiliar car, every pedestrian who paused to look, made my heart contract. David came once, knocked asking if I was alright, I said through the door I had a cold and sent him away. His footsteps paused outside the door for a few seconds, then left. I didn't see Finn.