She gently opened the door, quietly creeping out of the building without a single word. She closed the door, looking around for anyone that was following her. She saw no one. She breathed a sigh of relief, walking to her car. Her car was old and beat up, but she chose it for a reason. So no one would find her. She had stayed hidden for a while; 3 years, in fact.

She opened the door, sliding herself into the leather seat of the driver. She put on her seatbelt, hearing the click of the belt. As she went to start the car, she saw a neatly folded piece of paper sticking out from her windshield wiper. It had been placed there on purpose.

She took her seatbelt off, opening the door and walking around the car toward the paper. She grabbed it, unfolding it and scanning it. The paper, written in neat pink pen, exposed her. Someone knew her secret, but how could they know? She changed her name and everything.

She looked up from the paper, scanning the parking lot. It was full of people; staff and customers who were still in the building, a clothing store.