I couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty.
The day passed and nobody knocked.
The next day, I waited. Still nothing.
By the third day, the thought came to me.
Run.
It seemed crazy. I shouldn’t.
He told me not to, but he had also warned me there would be someone at my door in two hours, but nothing had happened. No one came.
Leon was feeling better. In fact, he went back to school today. I didn’t have to go to work. The apartment was quiet, and I found myself staring at the door, wondering what was really stopping me from leaving.
Why not?
Why not pack a few things—just enough to make it look like I was still here, just enough to not raise any suspicion—and leave before they could come for me?
I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the only chance I’d ever get.
I couldn't just
