111: Sick

WINTER:

“W-We’re here in the Angel River,” I informed Hawk when he continued to study the background at my back as if it was a fine specimen.

Recognition hit his face.

Dang. I knew he would be familiar with this place.

“We’ve been there a couple of times, Miss Winter. Did you forget? Why did you not tell me that you’re going there?” Hawk inquired.

I forced a smile. “Yes, we did come here. Remember when someone said she liked you? That she was your super fan?”

He squinted as if he no longer wanted to remember that memory. That woman saw how Hawk saved a child from drowning.

“That's already part of the past, Miss Winter. I don't want to remember that scary woman."

I laughed, recalling the memory.

The woman became his stalker and even followed him on social media. She even found out about the house that we were living in and would always come here, on the same spot just to check if he was also with me.

Because of that woman, Hawk rarely opened his account for fear that the woma