Chapter 59 Refrain From The Past

• MARISOL
• The past few weeks had been harrowing. A stalker had broken into my home, shaking me to the core. I’d fought him off with martial arts moves that came from somewhere deep inside.
• The police called it self-defense. Said I was lucky. But when I watched the security footage later, I barely recognized myself. Every move was fast and efficient, like I’d trained my whole life. A knee to his stomach. An elbow to his throat. I didn’t hesitate.