You can run but you can never hide.
Kelly needs to escape from her abusive and controlling boyfriend, but she's terrified to leave. She’s then given a chance to start a fresh, but is the cost for her freedom too high?
Sarah is happy in her life. She has a dream job and a perfect roommate. But when a brick is thrown through the window, followed by a letter containing razor blades, her life starts to spin out of control. Detective Ryan Andrews is on the case and the two quickly form a close bond.
Will Kelly pay that price for freedom? Can Sarah's secret past be kept from Ryan?
Karen loves fiction, reading and especially writing short stories and novels. She is also an avid blogger and book reviewer.
Living on the beautiful Isle Anglesey, off the North Wales coast, Karen draws inspiration from the world around her.
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“I’m being followed!” She gasped.
“Where are you?” I said, already hurrying towards the door, shoving my feet into sandals.
“Station Road.”
“I’m coming. Be there in a tick. Just keep walking!”
I switched off the phone, grabbed my keys and slammed the door, taking the stairs two at a time.
My mind was racing as I turned onto Station Road and saw Abby coming towards me on her way home from work. I could also see a dark hooded figure behind her.
Shit.
Her face was pale and rigid. I ran and caught her arm, just as the man reached us. I saw surprise or confusion in his eyes as he saw me. Shielding her, spinning her around, he brushed by me instead.
I felt a thud as he hit me heavily in the back. Both Abby and I toppled into the bushes. Abby started screaming, and the man ran off.
Something was wrong.
“Oh God!” Abby’s shrill voice penetrated my now fuddled brain as she scrambled to her feet.
I tried to get up, but couldn’t.
Front doors opened and people came over to us. I didn’t feel too good and touched my back. Blood.
Did I mention the silent phone calls on the house phone recently? Then, of course, the brick and razor blades and now this.
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