Lost Creek Hollow [m] psalms 91:10

he notices.
every cell in the young woman’s body fights to get away, the shrill tone of warning sirens blaring inside her head as he gets closer
move move move move get away from me daddy please don’t
a knife twists in her gut as she lurches away from him, and daringly, a growl leaps from her throat as her teeth are exposed from under her lips. i’m married, she tells him, sharp in her delivery of the blow. god has led him to her? she doubts it. answer my question, dad. how did you find me?