Don’t look back. The rule had been hers from the start. Looking back meant wanting. Wanting meant staying. And staying meant breaking every promise she’d made to herself on the way out the door.
The city pulsed low and dirty behind the drawn shades. Karina stood at the window, her reflection a ghost layered over the neon bleed of the strip below. She could feel him watching—not moving, not speaking. Just waiting.
“You said not to look back,” he murmured against her ear.
Don’t look back. The rule had been hers from the start. Looking back meant wanting. Wanting meant staying. And staying meant breaking every promise she’d made to herself on the way out the door.
The city pulsed low and dirty behind the drawn shades. Karina stood at the window, her reflection a ghost layered over the neon bleed of the strip below. She could feel him watching—not moving, not speaking. Just waiting.
“You said not to look back,” he murmured against her ear.