14
HANNAH
“Brad, what are you doing here?” The question was stupid, because I knew he was here for me.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Hannah.” The look in his eyes was crazy, unstable. He’d been angry before, but not like this. Veins in his neck stood out, one even pulsed in his temple. He wasn’t wearing his uniform now, only a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair was still military short, his face clean shaven, nothing to hide his roiling emotions. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you? Stupid girl, using your first and middle name. You wanted me to find you, didn’t you? You wanted me to chase after you.”
I’d never seen him so unhinged. While I’d been afraid he’d hurt me in the past, now I was afraid for my life. He’d come over a thousand miles for me. It had only been yesterday
