Chapter 22

It was December and it was drizzling. She didn’t run to find shelter because the rain had always settled her spirits. She hailed a yellow cab and it screeched to a stop right in front of her.

Behind her, Flynn watched in his car, as she walked into the cab and it zoomed off, with him right on their tail.

Her mind was racing with unlikely thoughts and her heart was beating too slow to be considered normal. It was something that always signaled the onset of a panic attack. She didn’t want that, she wanted to keep a straight head. So, she focused on her breathing.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

She did that till her head stopped feeling like it held more thoughts than the body mass of the heaviest man on earth and a semblance of normalcy engulfed her. She reached for her phone again. Still nothing from Sydney.

Heaving a loud sigh, she turned to stare out the window.

The buildings raced by in a blur. The skies had turned dark already, courtesy of the awful winter. The drizzling rain ha