Chapter 64 Doing This Alone

Anne-Marie’s P.O.V

Panic washes over me. My eyes are locked with the middle-aged man behind the wheel. His mouth opens as if he’s about to speak, but he simply stares at me, confusion and surprise brimming in his eyes.

So, I start to repeat myself, “I don’t want to stay here–”

My door is pulle...

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