Solitude

Part Four

It was cold. The girl hurried along. There was no one around as far as she knew, but she wasn’t necessarily looking. She just had an old coat that was getting too small and she shoved her hands in her pockets. Her old tennis shoes were wet and her feet were cold. She shivered.

Eve walked behind her unnoticed. She was so grateful that she had a warm coat and a happy life with a man who loved her. A tear fell down her cheek. The girl she was following did not deserve a terrible life. Eve was sure something was wrong in the girl's life; after all, that was why she was following her.

It took a long time for the girl to get home. Eve was sure she'd walked at least 5 miles before the girl turned down a gravel road and walked down it, finally arriving at the end and walking in. Eve hid behind a nearby cluster of trees and listened. She heard nothing...

... And then there was an angry shout of, “Why didn't you tell me you got home?” The person sounded drunk. Eve froze.