Again, I thought of Carol’s words, and again I read that note.
Run, Amethyst.
Run.
That was my only choice.
I zipped the suitcase, lifted it, and looped the handles of the duffel bag on top.
Looked down at my watch.
I’d been in the house for three minutes and thirty-six seconds.
I spared five seconds more to look around at the home that I had loved.
One that I knew I would never see again.
When I closed the door, I didn’t look back.