Chapter 7 His Touch

Zinnia With my bag clutched to my body, I scurried home, ever so often, looking past me to see if anyone had followed me. Tonight, was one of those nights I dreaded my work. Those nights were it was impossible to get an Uber home. Those were nights I'd switched my skinny outfits for a pair of jeans and a crop top, then stuff a cardigan in my backpack, an appropriate outfit for walking in the cold, early hours of the morning.