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NIRVANA

I was quick on my feet when a car parked beside the road. My instinct told me to run, and I walked faster away from the vehicle. It was thirty minutes since I last talked to Kain, and he hadn’t called me back.

“Nirvana!”

I sucked in a breath as I stopped. I became the person I didn’t recognize anymore as paranoia and cynicism sank in my head. I felt terrified, in pain and sorrow these days. I couldn’t remember feeling safe, even in a room with a locked door.

“Nirvana, it’s Kain.” I heard him following me, and that voice was the same voice I heard in Inverness and over the phone.

I turned around, and it was Kain, the very same man we found outside the pub. I ran and threw myself at him. I never felt so relieved that I cried in his arms, and he gave me a bear hug, patting my back.

“Hey. It’s going to be okay. I drove here as fast as I could.”

“Thank you.” All I could say was as I pulled away, wiping my tears.

“Let’s get you in the car,” he said, opening the door to the p