It feels like I’m being watched, but every time I look around, I can’t see anybody. I think my paranoia is getting to me again, my conscience telling me it’s time to run. As I round the corner to my building, I bump into a man. He looks familiar, and I think I saw him at Maddox Corp once. It seems a bit strange that he’d be in front of my apartment building, but he smiles politely and tips his hat before heading off in the other direction. I shrug it off and head upstairs. When I walk into the apartment, Alanna is sitting at the kitchen table, looking lost in her own thoughts. “Hi babe,” she greets me. “You okay?” “Yeah.” I shrug. “I think I will be.” Never. But I can’t tell her that. Alanna’s face pales. She can read my thoughts too well, and she knows I’m getting ready to run. “Um, Gabriel stopped by,”
