Alaina's POV
I froze as the car screeched to a halt right in front of me, the headlights piercing through the fog of my mind. My fingers gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles paled. I didn't move, didn't breathe. The street around me was as dead as a graveyard.
I wondered who it could be. Could it be from Michael's grandma? What would the person want though?
I couldn't think of anything else when the car opened. My stomach twisted and I shut my eyes tightly, a childish thought crossed my mind. It was that thought that if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me either. That was the games children would play and adults would play along with them. That would help me, wouldn't it?
