![]() I am mostly Welsh on my dad’s side and partly Trinidadian, partly Malaysian and a tiny bit French from my mum. I stride out, toward the man, toward danger, my actions my own but my fate left wide open. I move from my hiding place in the shadows. I recognize the shape of him, the angles of his body, and I know exactly what he is planning to do. He turns the corner and I see his body language change as he sees the woman ahead. ![]() I pull back into the shadows and wait for the man to pass. My heart starts pounding beneath my ribs, pumping blood through my body so hard and fast that I can feel the cut on my leg begin to throb. I don’t need to see their face to know who it is. I slow down at the sound of muffled footsteps behind me. I only want to talk to her, but I can tell from the way she’s moving that she’s terrified. ![]() ![]() Ahead of me the girl with red hair is picking up speed she knows she’s being followed. I duck down and pull my hoodie close around my face. Reprinted by permission of Atria, a Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ![]()
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