I picked up the food, once again creating a close to equal division between my backpack and my appetite. During this process, my brain allowed me an ominous, yet soothing thought.
Someone was keeping an eye on me.
"Looking for someone, dear Caro?"
I picked up the food, once again creating a close to equal division between my backpack and my appetite. During this process, my brain allowed me an ominous, yet soothing thought.
Someone was keeping an eye on me.
"Looking for someone, dear Caro?"