Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Millie was escorted out in broad daylight, panic written all over her face. Her first thought was whether her escapades abroad had been unearthed.

Yet, facing the shocked and questioning gazes around her, she managed a smile and said with composure, "Must be some mix-up, I guess? I'll go see what's up." Her three roommates exchanged bewildered looks, ultimately watching helplessly as she was led away.

"What's going on? I'm freaking out here..."

"Something's not right, huh?"

"What do we do now? Should we call her folks?"

"Do you have her parents' number?"

The roommate shook her head.

Then, it hit her. There was this time when Murray had dropped Millie off at the dorm, and he'd handed them his business card, which should have his number.

With that thought, she dashed back to the dorm, rummaged for the card, and dialed the number.

just wrapped up a meeting and was about to

select few had this number. Despite not recognizing the caller ID,

from school just now! I'm worried something's up, can you check on her at the station?" Murray

into the backseat, he

to

contact: "Millie's

...

veteran cop predicted: the incident happened abroad, and

she heard she could leave. That's when she

tall figure, phone in hand

you came for

icy stare, her smile awkwardly hanging, making her look like a clown. Murray straightened up and approached her. "Was that mess in the

hand, fear evident. "Babe, it's not what you think, let me explain-" Murray coldly withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with scorn: "With the

called just as

at the station. Listening. to in the car,

in the car,