Keep Walking

{Harper’s POV}

“We’re being watched.”

That was the sentence in my head as I kept walking.

And I was moving fast, not because I was calm or because I had suddenly unlocked some inner survival instinct.

I was moving promptly because when someone like Moretti says something like that, you don’t argue.

You move.

My brain, however, did not move. It stayed right there on “watched.”

Watched meant “seen”.