Olivia Ryann

That is assuming that anyone would even look for me.

But the wool only keeps out the cool air; it can’t keep out

the thoughts that threaten to overwhelm me.

If I was capable of feeling such a thing, I would almost feel sorry for Kathrine.

Almost.

heartbeat sounds thunderous in my own ears.

Ka-thump.

My muscles are moving me forward, but my arms and legs protest with every step.

Ka-thump.

My mind races, trying