Chapter Twelve

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Past

One year after the fire, I took the day off. I didn't think I would be able to cope; I was already so overwhelmed by the constant flow of messages.

I was also really worried about The Hooded Man. I thought he would strike in some way or another and there would be no chance of seeing him if I was in my bedroom all day. Some would say I was escaping something I couldn't avoid – I should be facing it, but that would break me. I would be seeing Leah's murderer and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

But I didn't see him at all. Whenever I looked out the window, I half expected him to be standing there, but he never showed.

I thought it was over.

I thought I was free.

How wrong I was.

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