be panicking, screaming, demanding what the hell he was doing at her house, but her

It always did. It j

r called again, and this tim

mind needed. The fear slam

ing. "Don't... don't... Who are you? W

she would run as fast as her legs could carry her, and she would call the police. But a little voice at the back

voice to shu

distaste. "I apologize for intruding into your home like this," he said, his voice deep, and oddly.

e door, her fingers scrambling for the han

No. No

nt or call as a normal person would

in a smile, his hands still

told herself it was from fear, not because

his time Calista's heart was racing fast from fear. She knew what he did, she knew he was from the mafia

fe she had buried so deep, she barely remembered it-except in her

was finall

, and unlocked it, her hands trembling badly, it w

she forced her body to run, she forced her voice to sc

nt building, screaming, tea

the past. It sho

open. Faces peered out, confused and startled. A tall, big man

cried, holding the man's h

worried eyes, letting her h

together. "There is a man in my apar

's hand from his and went inside his apartment. Calista sw

e. A big one. He jerked his head

. They got to her apartment. Her door was still wide open, the contents of her

he man informed her afte

aking with it as she leaned against the wall

" the neighbor asked gently, standi

. But it w

lp. Because men like h

a strained smile. "No... no, tha

a lie, of

wait for the stranger to come back. She picked up her phone, her pur

*

n't even go back to her apartment for a change of

stranger want from her? Did he want to punish her for speaking to t

did he know

er as she stepped inside her offi

n herself away? She... she couldn't

bag. She picked up her coffee and drank i

rations for this week. Goodness knows

Cynthia opened the door and steppe

ient is here to see you

ta asked, a confuse

o booked an apartment with you yes

ember the names of her patients. What? There were a lot. Her b

ving her that 'look.' That look that says she knew something was going

t lid, that not even air could enter. She might have been working in this hospital fo

tight smile as she sai

nodded a

sing her index finger against her temple. She was t

years she started working she could count the

ld call her

to her father. He had wanted to be a doctor, but the life he was born int

as immediately on her feet, slapping h

rned sour when sh