Page 227 - Anonymous
P. 227
stranger behind me, their eyes trailing
me, watching me. I pretend I don't
because the reality of it is far more
frightening. Besides, who would follow
me?
It is beyond frustrating to behave so
irrationally. Looking over my shoulder
every time I step out of the house. How
on earth am I supposed to research for
my books if I am stuck at home?
Besides, I reason, I am a people
