The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 243

It was so packed that Susan could barely see where she was going.

"Ow! Slow down, please," she called out, stumbling as someone bumped into her. Her ankle twisted painfully.

Suddenly, someone caught her by the arm and steadied her. She turned to see a woman wearing a bucket hat and a mask.

Wincing, Susan tried to smile through the pain. "Thank you. It’s crazy out here today."

The woman shook her head, gently guiding Susan over to a quieter spot on the side.

Susan glanced back at the crowd, mumbling to herself, "Did the pie guy not come today?"

The woman pointed toward a nearby alley, her voice rough and barely above a whisper. "Looks like he went that way."

Susan followed her gaze and, sure enough, spotted the pie vendor pushing his cart down the tiny alley. He must be heading to the East Market.

"Excuse me! Wait up!" she called, hurrying after him.

She finally caught up, a little out of breath. "One pie, please. With green peppers." Mrs. White loved it that way.

Once she'd paid and slipped the pie safely into her coat pocket, Susan double-checked her grocery list. Everything was there. Time to go pick up the sea bass.

But then, out of nowhere, a sharp pain slammed into the back of her head. The world spun, and she crashed to the ground.

Her basket flew from her hands. Fresh tomatoes and potatoes tumbled out, rolling away down the slanted alley.

Someone dragged her body along the ground. Fighting to stay conscious, Susan forced her eyes open—and saw the woman in the bucket hat and mask.

"Help…" Her voice came out weak and shaky.

The woman grabbed a rock and raised it above Susan's face. Pure instinct took over. Susan thrashed, desperate to get away.

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