know how that feels. Holding my breath. Making no sound. Sweating, heart racing, guts liquid—waiting for her to find me, knowing she was coming.” She tapped the ghastly cover. “But look at that girl. She hasn’t given up. The men who buy this won’t see it, but I know. Because I got away.” Haskel’s jaw was set, her eyes fierce and bright. “That fear is on the paper now, not eating away inside me. Bit by bit, scream by scream. Like emptying a bucket with a teaspoon.”
