She had her reasons, reasons she couldn’t explain, not to him, not to anyone. They were better off not knowing. Knowing was the knowledge that placed her in this predicament to begin with. Curiosity. Curiosity about an oddity that like a puzzle, she couldn’t put down. The need to know motivated her to dig until she learned the truth. What was that old saying, “the truth shall set you free”? Not so much. Not in this case.
She was on the run, never staying too long, getting too close, becoming involved in life. No attachments made leaving easier. Never easy, just easier. The haunting loneliness was indescribable. It ate away at her soul until she almost wished they’d find her and end this. Almost.
One day she hoped she’d find the courage to come forward, to lay it all out for everyone, so they all knew the truth, but for now, to safeguard her family and friends, she must run. Constantly hunted by those that would lay the story to rest with her so it never saw the light of day.