Amelia had become familiar with the beat of the bus engine over the past few weeks. She had left home and traveled to another state and made sure that even the traces of her old life were not traceable.

Now, as she glanced out of the window, seeing the immense expanse of Seattle, she could feel the nervousness mixed with the desire in her stomach. This was it.

The site where she would begin all over again. After sensing she was being followed in where she had just left.

When the bus was almost at the terminal, Amelia packed the few possessions that she had with her.

The rucksack she...