C17 Run

The rain had thickened by the time Arun stepped out of the cab. He didn’t go straight home. His instincts screamed against it. Home was predictable. Home was the first place they would look.

So instead, he cut through the back alleys, pulling his hood low, every shadow making his heart beat faster. He hated the thought of running—cowardice was something he despised. But this wasn’t about courage