Leslie watched her fiancee read the first clue. The way her eyes twitched and squinted, the way her lips curled into a satisfactory grin. Raja placed the sheet down, reciting the poem. “One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth, Five for silver..”

In this world, you are the victim or the offender, and I refuse to be the victim.

I can hear twigs snapping and leaves rustling underfoot. Someone or something is following me in this forest. Panic begins to swell and I pick up the pace, I'm running away but from who or what? My foot snags on a tree root and I fall face first. I can taste the dirt and blood.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.