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hear the smile in his voice.
    “She hasn’t been awake long enough.”
    He made a sympathetic noise. “So it is pretty bad, huh? What happened?”
    “I guess she fell down some stairs. Lots of broken bones and a punctured lung.”
    “A customer just came in, I have to go. Call me tonight. Or I’ll call you.”
    “I will. Talk to you later.”
    “I love you. Bye.”
    I smiled to myself when I hung up the phone. He was just so sweet.
    “Selene.”
    At the sound of grandma’s voice, I popped up from my chair and was in her line of sight within a second. “How are you feeling, Gram? Do you need anything? Should I call the nurse?”
    “What are you doing here?” she asked me as sharply as her weak voice could manage.
    I looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. “Gram, it’s me, Selene . Where else would I be?”
    “There’s nothing wrong with my eyes. I can see that it’s you,” she said crossly. “Get home and get the book. They’re after you, child.”
    “What book? Who’s after me?”
    “Don’t let them catch you.” Again her eyes closed and her breathing evened.
    Obviously they had her on good stuff. She was downright loopy. Who would possibly be after me? I looked at my watch. It was just 9 a.m., though it felt like it should be afternoon by now. In my rush, I brought absolutely nothing to do. If Gram’s pattern held, she wouldn’t wake up again for a couple hours. I had more than enough time to run down to the gift shop and get a cup of tea.
     

 

     
    The overstuffed shelves in the gift shop were filled with very little that interested me. I considered running back to Gram’s house to see if I could find a book when I came across Little Dorrit . I’d seen the miniseries but never read the book. Seeing as time was plentiful at the moment, it was as good a time as any to read Dickens. After checking out, I crossed the lobby to the coffee kiosk.
    “Can I help you?”
    “I’ll have a soy iced chai latte, nonfat, no whip.”
    Minutes later, drink in hand, I was headed outside for a couple moments of fresh air before I went back upstairs. I sat on a bench as far away from the door and the smokers as I could get. The sunshine soaked into my skin, making me tingle. I took a sip of my tea and cracked open the book, deeply inhaling its scent. There was nothing like the smell of a new book to awaken my mind. Before I could finish the first paragraph, however, someone sat on the bench with me. I glanced over out of habit, then startled at the familiar face.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked, not even trying to stop the sharpness in my voice.
    “I told you I had to speak with you.”
    My mouth fell open. “Mr. Hunt, did you follow me here? I’m not comfortable with that. You have to leave or I’m calling the police.” I pulled out my phone. Hunt snatched it from my hand so quickly it was nearly blur. I jumped off the bench and stumbled away, not wanting to turn my back to him.
    He stood, moving towards me with purpose. “Selene, we need to talk.”
    “Yeah, me to the cops, and you to a psychiatrist.”
    “Stop being stupid. You’re in grave danger.”
    “No shit.”
    Hunt advanced faster than I could inch away. It was like a bad dream, where I was on a treadmill. I kept walking but got nowhere.
    “Just stop,” Hunt said and lunged for me.
    I covered my head and yelped, but his hands never touched me. I lifted my hands slowly. He stood too close, a little smile ticking his mouth. “So we’re playing that game?”
    I stared at him. What game? I hadn’t done anything—except panic. “I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs if you don’t leave immediately.” I glanced pointedly at a cop car in front of the hospital.
    Hunt chuckled, and the sound sent a cold shiver up my spine. “Be my guest, Selene—but first, look around. Has anyone noticed anything happening so far?”
    He was right. Not one of the people nearby had glanced in our direction. What was wrong