Everyone breathed easier at the first signs of spring. But Charly knew that it would make little difference. Yes, the winter had been brutal but it was the least of their problems. It was not the weather that kept her up at night. The cold they could endure but what would they do when they were found? More importantly how far could she go, what would SHE do?
She had leased this place under a fictitious name but she knew that would only slow the inevitable. True evil would soon be a Charly’s gate and she had to be ready for it. There was no one else to fight for them. Her life was in her own hands. Everywhere she went she kept an eye out for his distinctive gait. She knew it was unlikely he would approach her in public, it wasn’t his style, but even so she was diligent.
If it were only her life she might give up, stop running cause he was always one step behind them. She could feel his breath on her neck. But Charly couldn’t relax, couldn’t let down her guard because it wasn’t just her life on the line and as long as she was alive she swore she would never let him lay one finger on her babies.
Charly fueled up on coffee in preparation for another sleepless night. With a heavy sigh, she settled into the chair in front of her kid’s room that she had placed facing the one and only door. The weight of the shotgun across her lap was reassuring.