She’d be back of course, she planned to return. But for now she had to make her escape, she had to move while there was still time.
Pulling the door silently shut behind her, she turned from her house that she had called home most of her life and made her way to her car. It would be a familiar trip, but time was not on her side. Even now she felt the chill in the wind whip around her face, the icy fingers finding their way to into her skull beneath the tissue and thoughts.