Chapter 62

I averted my gaze, unwilling to spare Dexter an extra glance. “I don’t need your help.”

Dexter chuckled. “I don’t know why you’re running, but if you get out now, they’ll surely take you

back.”

“Got nothing better to do?” I leaned back in the seat, my tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Indeed, letting Dexter whisk me away was a plan.

“A bit,” he nodded.

“Get me out of this hospital,” I said firmly.

Without protest, Dexter signaled the driver to go.

crouched down in the footwell of the car, hiding from the people

blocking me from

out of the hospital’s reach, Dexter told the driver to pull over in

street through the window, wary of Dexter. “Why

a long moment. “You remind me of someone I used

I laughed, feeling a wave of

sickening, this show of sentiment – who’s buying

card. If you run into any trouble, give me a call,” Dexter offered

the car. As his car drove away, I ripped the card to shreds and dumped it in a

that murderer owe me. I’ll

slipped out of the alley, tying my hair up and tucking it under a hat, keeping my head down as I walked

I borrowed a phone at a coffee shop and called Stella. I couldn’t just

end was Stella’s familiar voice, hoarse from crying daily. “Who’s this?” Tears welled up in my eyes and I shook as I leaned on the table. “If you want to know how your best friend Phoebe died, don’t tell anyone and come alone

edged with

shut, fighting back sobs,

Chapter 62

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