You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He looked at Fair, "Why did you come back? Aren't you in cahoots with them? I escaped with great difficulty. What, do you want to report my whereabouts again?"

Fair's eyes instantly turned red, and crystalline tears flowed down. She cried, "I know you don't believe me. I really just care about you. I thought you were still in the warehouse. I wanted to come back and save you."

"Come on, what can you do? Can you save me?" Anderson snorted disdainfully.

"You said you made an excuse to go to the bathroom halfway and ran away? Do you think I'll believe that? Didn't they look for you? How did you get back to the warehouse? Just by remembering the landmarks along the way, did you walk back on your own? Can you find a more credible excuse?"

“I told the truth.” Fair wiped away her tears. “I found a pickup truck carrying a load of lumber. I climbed onto the truck and hid. They didn't find me. I rode with the truck along the way and got off near the warehouse. I walked the rest of the way, it took me a day."

Anderson looked at her half believing and half doubting.

Indeed, Fair looked a bit disheveled, her delicate little face dirty. Her clothes and pants were torn in several places, especially her pants, with traces of blood.

"What's wrong with

her pant leg, "Scratched by bushes, it's

little more convinced, “Wash your face

walked over to the sink and faucet in

here, she had no time to wash up. Now that Anderson was finally here, she rested assured, washed her face and hands, and washed her hair while she

Fair sat down on the

a very small machine and operating

she asked, "What's

the signal here is also blocked. There's no internal

mini phone. Otherwise, as long as they got to an area

a phone?" Anderson

Fair shook her head.

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