Shit. He stomps angrily toward me, and I find myself backing up as if I could escape him. One of his hands latches around my upper arm, and I shriek, “Let go of me!” “What are you doing here?” he says, his eyes searching my face. “I… I…” No words come out. There’s not a single excuse I could come up with, so I give up on the futile attempt to talk my way out of this one. “You don’t belong here,” he says
