It Started at Christmas...
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McKenzie ran as fast as she could, but her feet weren’t cooperating. Each time she tried to lift her running shoe–clad foot, it was as if it weighed a ton and she didn’t have the strength to do more than lean in the direction she wanted to go. She stared off into the distance. Nothing. There was nothing there. Just gray-black nothingness.
Yet, desperately, she attempted to move her feet in that direction.
Fear pumped her blood through her body.
She had to run.
Had to.
Yet, try as she might, nothing was happening.
Run, McKenzie, run before...
Before what?
She wasn’t sure. There was nothing to run to. Was she running from something?
She turned, was shocked to see Lance standing behind her.
Again, she tried to move her feet, but nothing happened. Desperation pumped through her. She had to get away from him. Fast.
She glanced down at her running shoes and frowned. Gone were her running shoes and in their place were concrete blocks where her shoes and feet should be.
What was going on?
She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Lance was casually strolling toward her. He was taking his time, not in any rush, not even breaking a sweat, but he was steadily closing the gap between them.
Grinning in that carefree way he had, he blew her a kiss and panic filled her.
People were all around, watching them, gawking, pointing and staring.
Run, McKenzie, run.
It’s what she did.
What she always did.
But she’d never had concrete blocks for feet before.
Which really didn’t make sense. How could her feet be concrete blocks?
Somewhere in the depths of her fuzzy mind she realized she was dreaming.
Unable to run?
People everywhere staring at her?
That wasn’t a dream.
That was a nightmare.
Even if it was Lance who was closing in on her and he seemed quite happy with his pursuit and inevitable capture of her.
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“The radiologist just called me with the report on Edith’s CT and D-dimer.” McKenzie stood in Lance’s office doorway, taking him in at his desk. His brown hair was ruffled and when his gaze met hers, his eyes were as bright as the bluest sky.