Her phone buzzed.
She picked it up. It was a message from Randal: *Are you awake?*
Before she could reply, a second message popped up.
*I'll come back to pick you up at noon.*
*Pick me up?*
*You haven't been out in a while. I'm taking you out today.*
At noon, Randal returned home right on time.
He took off his shoes in the entryway and frowned slightly when he saw her. "Are you going out in that?"
Willa looked down at her hoodie and jeans. It was a perfectly normal outfit. "It's almost seventy degrees out. It's not cold."
He didn't say a word, just turned to grab a light jacket from the closet and handed it to her. "Take it, just in case it gets chilly tonight."
Resigned, Willa took the jacket and draped it over her arm.
He glanced down at her feet, pulled a pair of flats from the shoe rack, and placed them in front of her. "Wear these."
She looked at her low-heeled leather shoes. "I'm fine in these."
"Your feet will hurt if we walk too much."
His tone was incredibly doting, but it only made a suffocating wave of despair wash over her.
"Randal, are you starting this again?"
"Just this one thing. I won't interfere with anything else."
Unable to win the argument, she eventually changed her shoes.
Standing downstairs outside the building, she took a deep breath.
The air carried the sweet scent of jasmine mixed with the fresh earthiness of a recent rain, a vibrant aroma she hadn't experienced in far too long.
Randal walked by her side, his pace deliberately slow as if to match hers.
After a few steps, she caught a glimpse of a black SUV trailing them at a steady distance from the corner of her eye.
She stopped and turned around. "What is that?"


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