Kicking off the floor, I knocked the man backward into the wall. I jerked my head back hard, making contact with the man’s nose. His grip remained tight, and the unmistakable sound of the slide of a gun clicking into place resonated from within my apartment. “That will be ...
The drive home had been peaceful, but I was beginning to think this was the worst idea I ever had. Back out now, the voice in my head kept repeating. I did my best to ignore it and instead grabbed my go bag, which was already full of a weekend’s worth of supplies. Something I learned at the OIO, ...