Page 11 of Checkmate (Checkmate 8)

I run.

And run.

And run.

And when the sun finally goes down hours later, I stop in an alleyway at the back of a restaurant in town and curl up in the tossed cardboard boxes. The letter opener is still in my shaking hand. Vomit is caked on my shirt. I wake at some point when the sky outside is pitch black, and shoo a stray cat away from my dirty shirt.

And the whole time, I don’t stop crying.

I want my mom.

I want Libby.

I want to go home.

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