Chapter 45 Avery

• I’m lost in my exploration the random stares go unnoticed at first, but then they become too hot and heavy to ignore. My gaze finds the eye of a woman staring me down, her gaze going to my neck, pupils wide with fear as she examines pendent. Her eyes locks on mine, her body trembling while she nudges her friend. They’re not speaking English, but it doesn’t matter because their body language says it all.
• They’re afraid, terror weaving around them until it spreads to the others nearby. The energy turns sour, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. The subtle shift in the atmosphere is slow, until others take notice, and then it spreads like wildfire. I spin, twisting to watch as people pack up their stuff, escaping like alarms are going wild. An older gentleman appears in my peripheral, his gray hair sparkling in the light.
• “Hello, Miss,” he calls, his gaining my attention away from strangers fleeing at the sight of me. “Is there something—” The man stops, stuttering helplessly, as he glances at my necklace, worry dashes across his expression, quickly before it gone, replaced with a stoic facade. “Forgive me. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”