I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall. Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can." Hey! Wait!" he calls after me. I don't stop.

Alone in Paris