The automatic doors slid open as I raced outside. It probably looked like I’d just shoplifted something, but I didn’t care. I had to get away—had to outrun this feeling. This fear. I was so alone. I got in my car, slammed the door shut, and locked it. My hands shook violently and tears streaked down my face. What the hell had just happened? What was wrong with me? I never thought about that night. Not that part, at least. I could see the rest. The moment when the cops had led Asher away in handcuffs. But the alley? I’d blocked it out. Gotten rid of those awful memories. Oh my god. I had
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