The Night Everything Changed
Last Thursday, the fog was thick enough to choke on.
When I stepped into the alley, Silas wasn’t sitting.
He was standing.
His posture was wrong.
Straight-backed. Controlled. Almost military.
I reached for his sandwich.
He didn’t take it.
He grabbed my wrist.
Not violent.
Just… unbreakable.
“Clara,” he whispered. “You fed me for ninety days. Tonight, I’m paying you back.”
My heart slammed. “You’re scaring me.”
His eyes flicked toward a black SUV idling at the corner.
“Don’t go home,” he hissed. “Don’t take the park. Take the subway to the North End. Stay in the 24-hour diner. Do not leave until sunrise. Tomorrow, come back here. I’ll explain everything.”
Then he let go.
And disappeared into the fog.
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