LUCIAN

I set out for Dennison at the crack of dawn. I had barely slept a wink, but I knew I wouldn’t be catching any shuteye on this journey either. I was too troubled and far too anxious to sleep.

Falling asleep while driving seemed like a more merciful way to die in comparison to being executed at the hands of people who had a personal vendetta against me, but I was determined to make it home in one piece.

I spent hours driving and watching over my shoulder so much that when I finally made it home, I let out a relieved sigh and sprinted up the stairs. I...