Chapter 246: Always Waiting

Sloane

Morning jogs used to be my favorite because not only were they peaceful and quiet, but they were also predictable. Now, there was nothing familiar about them.

I stood by my bedroom window that Friday morning with a bottle of water as I carefully pulled the curtain aside.

First, I scanned the driveway, then the sidewalk and there was nothing. The street was completely empty as I couldn’t see