Alice had been running on pure instinct from the moment she had dragged Paula out.
Her memory of it was a blur. She remembered bursting into that suffocating house, her chest burning with adrenaline, then the feel of Paula's weight against her as she helped her out of the building and into the car.
Everything after that felt like a dream stitched together with jagged seams. Doors slamming, voices muffled, her hand fumbling with the car keys.
Now they were parked on the side of an empty road, the engine silent. The air was colder today and it was seeping in through the cracks in the windows. Across the street stood a small convenience store with a flickering sign that read 24 Hours.
