Come to collect

She was about to wave for a taxi when her phone rang, the sound cutting through her thoughts. She answered without looking at the caller ID, thinking it was a friend or family member. Instead, it was her sister, Iris, her voice trembling slightly on the line.

"Amber, you need to come home," she said, her voice betraying a hint of fear. "There are some people here... asking for you."

Her eyes widened in fear as she heard her sister's words, knowing all too well who was looking for her. Without hesitation, she flagged down a taxi, her mind racing with possibilities and worst-case scenarios. "I'm coming now," she said into the phone, her voice firm but laced with fear. She jumped into the taxi and gave the driver her address, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to mentally prepare herself for what awaited her at home.