Chapter 62 Chapter Sixty Two
- The night air was cold and quiet.
- I could feel the wind brushing against my face as I walked down the lonely street. The lamps flickered from time to time, and the sound of dogs barking far away made the night feel even longer.
- I had my hoodie up and my glasses on. My steps were soft, and every sound around me echoed in my ears. I was not just walking; I was listening. Listening for danger.