Chapter Five
Damsel in Distress
Okay, so I wasn’t actually slugged with a sledgehammer, but I might as well have been. Mr. ID walked toward me and I nearly fainted when I saw him. I came-to as a spike of adrenaline surged from my gut, trying to shoot my heart out of my chest. The sight of him would’ve knocked me off my feet were it not for the roots sprouting from my feet. Anchored to the ground, I stood solid as an oak tree.
He came closer, and spotting the hood open, glanced over my shoulder.
Afraid any sudden sound or movement would startle me awake from my dream, I held my breath.
“Car trouble?” he asked, his lips curled to one side.
I slowly released the air trapped in my lungs. “Um…” was all that came out. The English language might as well have been a lost ancient tongue. Befuddled and unable to speak, I simply nodded yes.
