*Trisha*

With all the blowing snow, I’ve been sticking to the road to be sure I’m going straight and not wandering in circles. But I rethink that idea when the car stops behind me.

I’m torn between running away and facing whoever it is. I don’t have a single weapon on me, but I’ve been training to fight almost as long as I’ve been walking, and holding my own in a house with two brothers has only made me tougher.

But it’s a calculated risk. If whoever is following me can shift, or if there are more than a few people in that car, then I’m history.

I figure, “What...