Her teeth were chattering and she was cold out of her senses. The cold bit into her skin, digging deep and infiltrating her insides.
Annalise had no idea where she was, she must have been walking for hours. The roads were deserted, the silence of the night loud. Angry tears ran down her cheeks as she continued to trudge her way to where even she had no idea. She'd left her phone back inside the house so here she was barefoot in a flimsy nightdress in the middle of the night and with no way to reach anyone or be reached.
A part of her wondered if Nicolás was worried about her, hoping that maybe somehow he would trail her, find her and apologize for what he'd done but in the same breath, she didn't want him to.
She wanted to be left alone and free from everyone, most especially him.
Annalise could recall the hate that brimmed in his eyes when he'd referred to her as 'Astrid'
