Chasing
After I had chased you for two blocks, you turned around nervously. Afraid you might see me, I ducked into the nearest store. It was a bookshop. I approached the bestseller rack and took a book at random. There, on the back cover, was your photo: Elena Arias. I read the synopsis looking for a sign, anything that could link us. It was all there: “One morning, Alicia Sandoval didn’t go to her office. A man was chasing her.” I didn’t know whether I should keep pursuing you or read the story. Our story.
