Chapter 12 The Most Wanted Person

• The nauseous smell of bleach and cigarettes was a poor substitute for the stuffy desert air, but at least, the four walls of his motel room reminded me that I was back amongst the human population.
• Every creak of the door, every honk, every shadow that flickered underneath the wooden door of my room made my heartbeat triple.
• I risked my safety to be here. Turning down Maria and Alejandro’s offer felt like a slap in their faces but I couldn’t put myself in harm’s way anymore, genuine kindness or not. Once bitten, twice shy. All I wanted was to leave this town and never look back.