A Secretary Affair
The shadows hadn’t moved an inch—but the air was getting colder and colder, like everything around us was losing its warmth, like the heat was being pulled right out of the street and into wherever they were standing.
“Yes. Once they start moving toward the door, once they decide to come in and take you, there’s no turning back and no place to hide.” Sheara turned to face me, holding my shoulders tight so I would focus on what she was saying. “Clint, listen to me carefully and remember this no matter what happens. Whatever they do, whatever they say—don’t say your name. Don’t answer if they call out to you, even if they use the voice of someone you know. Names are doors. Once you open it even a little, once you acknowledge it belongs to you, they can walk right in and you won’t be able to close it again.”