In a state of utter terror, I froze, hoping whatever creature lurked at my back would think I was dead, or a tree, or some wisp of debris caught in a branch—anything but a helpless woman. Even as I held my breath, I knew it would do no good. I was there for a reason. I did not know if it was better not to see what lurked behind me. Despite my inaction, the warm breath continued to travel over the plane of my skin.
Your only choice is to endure, my Sarah.