By the time I reached the part of the city where I now lived, darkness had already started settling in.
I kept my expression steady, acting as though nothing was wrong, because along the way I had made a decision- I would not run and hide again as if I were the villain when I was the victim in all of this.
I had come out of hiding because I did not want to feel like I had no control over my life anymore, and for the first time in a long while, I felt alive again, like I had a choice. I was not going back to that place where I had to hide.
After all, what kind of life was I even fighting for if it meant spending the rest of my days alone, constantly looking over my shoulder?
So if Jean was going to expose me, then so be it. They could come for me and kill me. It would be the end of the story. No one would lose anything because of it. My family had already mourned me, and it was not as if they knew that I was still alive now.
