Chapter 32

Chapter 32:
A slow inhale steadied Millie’s nerves as she forced her eyes shut, trying to find a moment of stillness.
No matter how much effort she put in, the breakthrough she needed never came. Finally, she abandoned her practice for the night.
A glance at her phone revealed the time: it was already pushing 9 PM. Fatigue weighed heavily on her. She wiped her brow, shrugged off the sweat, and decided to call it quits, hoping that tomorrow would be better.
The endless demands of the day had drained her. Without bothering to change out of her clothes or shoes, she threw a jacket over her shoulders and made her way toward the exit.
April’s warmth had settled over Crobert, making the city pulse with energy even after dark. By 9 PM, the streets below were alive, filled with neon lights and the hum of nightlife. City lights flashed past the building’s windows, their glow a mix of exhaustion and restless energy.
Millie rode the elevator down, each passing second making her more eager to get home.
As she crossed through the dim parking garage, a wave of unease suddenly washed over her, cold and sharp. Her heart began to pound in her chest, every beat loud in her ears. Without warning, instinct kicked in—her legs carried her straight into the nearest flower bed, dirt scattering beneath her feet.
Almost immediately, a car shot past where she had been standing, the rush of air from its speed tossing her coat aside.
A chill prickled her skin as the realization hit—she had barely dodged disaster.
If she had been even a second slower, the impact would have been unavoidable. Before the shock could fully set in, the black vehicle screeched to a halt and began to circle back, its headlights blazing toward her hiding spot.
A low wall bordered the flower bed, just high enough to force the car to slow down but not enough to block its determined approach. Whoever was behind the wheel wasn’t just passing by.
Dread slithered through Millie’s thoughts.
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Was she being targeted? What could possibly motivate someone to do this?
Should she try to run, or stay hidden and hope for help? Had this person been tracking her since earlier, watching from the studio’s shadows? Or was she up against more than one set of eyes—one waiting outside, another lurking inside the building, both lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike?
A thousand questions raced through her mind, but Millie forced herself to focus.
She needed a plan, and fast.
Rather than freeze, she watched as the black car barreled toward her. At the last possible second, she dove sideways, narrowly escaping its path.
The car crashed into the flower bed, metal grinding against concrete, the engine howling in frustration.
Wasting no time, Millie sprinted toward her car, adrenaline propelling her forward.
Doubling back into the building felt like a trap; there was no telling if someone was waiting for her inside. The open plaza nearby offered little safety, and crossing it would leave her exposed.
Escape meant getting behind the wheel and reaching help—heading straight for the nearest police station was her best shot.
Thank goodness her car was only steps away.
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