It was Adam, but he was too late. He couldnโt love me anymore. He would be so angry with me. I had to hide. He didnโt love me so he might hurt me when he was angry. When he calmed down, that would hurt him. I didnโt want him hurting because of me. There was nowhere for a person to hide. So I wouldnโt be a person. My eyes fell on the shelves that lined the far back corner. A coyote could hide there.
Patricia Briggs