It’s been too long since we last contacted each other, but the memories still hit me when I least expect them to. I can be drinking tea, singing or talking to a friend and suddenly an image comes to my mind. And even as I try to avoid it, I watch everything in slow motion.
My mind was racing. I wanted to run for the door that was swinging open on its hinges, but I couldn’t. Not with Tracy still in the apartment. The thought of her trapped in my room made me sick to my stomach. No, I had to protect her, I had to.