Mackenzie is still out of my sight.
Has she gone out?
No, there’s no way.
I should’ve seen her.
She would’ve seen me.
What if she saw me and got away faster than I could spot her?
As ridiculous as it sounds, that thought makes me shudder.
That wouldn’t be good, would it?
I suck in a short breath and scan the area.
As far as I can see, no one qualifies as a suspect.
I notice the mom and the kid. A couple of teenagers holding hands. And an elderly man with a checkered cap and a small dog on a long leash, wearing a matching coat.
So far so good.
No one has snatched her up. That would surely be weird and prompt me to burn half of the city down.
I run nervous fingers through my hair and suck in another breath, getting ready to come up with a lie for her if she is, in fact, in the store, before looking at the entrance.
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The stormof emotions comes to a swift end when I realize I need to buy food before throwing myself a self-pity party.
And so, I quickly get irritated.
I don’t want to go out again.
I could order food, but I have to be careful with how I spend my money.
I won’t be working for him again any time soon.
I don’t think so.
Of course not.
The realization stirs me up, a cloud of dark energy hovering over me.
He may be gone, but my problems aren’t.
I pull on a new pair of pants, a long-sleeved top, and new socks before picking up my winter jacket.
From a kitchen drawer, I retrieve some money before snatching up my phone and collecting my keys.
Moments later, I’m out in the street, heading to an Italian grocery store around the corner.
I rarely go to this store. Not because I don’t like it or the food is not good––it’s great, by the way––but because it’s a little more expensive.
It’s getting dark outside when I enter the place and straightly go to the fresh produce aisle.