She didn't know how to reply, so when he send a text to inform her of the license plate number, she just typed a single word.

[ok.]

She wondered whether he was going to let her off the hook or keep tormenting her, and she felt he owed her skind of heads-

up.

While her gaze landed on the card lying on the nightstand, she couldn't help but scoff at herself.

Meanwhile, Fitch had returned with a glass of water just as Sharon finished a phone call.

He picked up his phone and casually scrolled through it, confirming it was a call to Grandpa.

Mia had finished sending a text and deleting the record within twenty seconds.

Little did Fitch know that his sister was teetering on the edge of madness.

Sharon took a sip of water and sighed.

"You're working late tonight, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry for making you worried. I'm fine."

With that saying, she turned to Mia, "Mia, you should head back. Take care of yourself and don't let what happened today happen

again."

"Mom, I'm sorry."

picture of obedience, seemingly taking her words to heart, and Fitch let out a sigh of

head out

and after a moment's

swat away his hand

to change into all-black attire and put on

was dark inside, without a

drive, the one from the Haskins family fleet, and the very one Mia had texted the plate number

to Zoey.

she saw Zoey, bundled

gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling a surge of bloodlust rising

it would all

of the car and tried to get

it as the one Fitch had driven

so she

as she opened the door and sat down, the locks clicked and the

felt something was off, but she was

her through.

her daze, she heard a woman's voice next to

Zoey. It's up to my brother whether he saves you or

beat, and before she could process it, she saw the car plowing toward

was sent flying

did Mia hit her, but she also ran over her three times, ensuring

sped off, heading back to where

the phone with Fitch, who was oblivious to what had

I've hit someone with

calm; the script she'd prepared was

Fitch asked in a dark

There are three cop cars chasing me, and

will get worse, and Grandpa will get sick. You've got one option: make Zoey take the fall. Tell the police

you can save me. Hit-and-run isn't

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