It was the first book that I read all the way through when I was a teenager and because of that experience, I realized that I could read. And that experience, ignited of love for reading despite having challenges with dyslexia.
The story taught me how to be brave on life’s journey and that life is filled with good and bad people. And it was OK to be frightened at times on life’s journey, but the important thing was to continue walking on the road.
The black SUV sat there again. At random times throughout the day, the same vehicle always returned. The third time this week, parked across the street from my home, avoiding my security cameras. Why? Should I call the police and become the crazy neighborhood “Karen”?
Sweat dripped from my brow. I didn’t want attention on myself. I couldn’t risk blowing my cover as my fingers squeezed the grip of my pistol. Paranoia. Is a terrible omen. Remembering, underneath my bed, my go-bag and money were ready. Flight or fight flooded my mind.