I stepped slowly, desperate not to make a sound.
Clink.
I looked down and saw a glass bottle that I hadn’t noticed before. I looked back toward Josh and the other man to see if they had heard and then dropped to the ground when they turned in my direction.
I hugged the ground so closely, it was as though I was trying to crawl into it.
Honestly, I was.
I lay there for what felt like forever, though I knew it wasn’t. Any sound was drowned out by the beating of my heart.
I waited a moment, another, and when I heard their voices again, I dared shift to a crouch and to look up.
They were retreating.
I saw their backs as they moved away from me, but I kept crouched low, the position causing a burn in my thighs, one that would ordinarily hurt but that now barely merited attention.
I started to move backward again and made my way slowly, painfully, away from the slip.
When I thought it was safe, I stood and ran to my car in a full-out sprint.
I was out of breath and a nervous wreck by the time I reached it, but I didn’t slow down.
Instead, uncaring of who might hear me, I cranked my car and sped away from the docks.