Walks Home Alone At Night: A Girl

And she had the time.

The silence was wrong. Not the peaceful silence of sleeping families, but a hollow, waiting silence. The kind that held its breath. a girl walks home alone at night

“It’s late,” she said. Her voice was calm, almost bored. Not a victim’s voice. A witness’s voice. And she had the time

He began to walk parallel to her, on the opposite side of the street. but a hollow

He blinked, thrown off. “I just… I need to know.”