She couldn’t tell if his kindness was real or just something she wanted to believe. Still, even through the phone, Jonah’s warmth came through.
“I told you, you’re not wrong,” Jonah said, his voice low, almost teasing.
Nelly stayed quiet.
“Alright, I’m going to get some rest. If you need anything, just call me anytime,” Jonah added, cutting her off before she could answer. Then he hung up.
Nelly stared at her phone, feeling a heaviness settle in her chest.
…
After her shower, Nelly got ready for bed. She was just about to turn off the lights when she heard a knock at the door.
She peeked through the peephole before opening up. Nancy stood outside, already in pajamas, a sheet mask on her face, moving quickly into the room.
“What’s going on?” Nelly asked.
“I think someone actually saved me,” Nancy said, not stopping as she walked straight to the big window and pulled the curtains open.
The night was pitch black, the city lights below scattered like little stars. Their reflections mixed together on the glass.
Outside, the street was almost deserted, just a few cars parked here and there.
“Who do you think saved you?” Nelly asked, coming up beside her to look out.
Nancy shook her head. “I’m not sure. Everything went way too smoothly. And I keep feeling like someone’s been following me...”
When she’d been rescued, the police wanted to take her back for questioning, but something else happened on the street and they got distracted. Right then, a car pulled up right in front of her, and without even thinking, Nancy hopped in.
Nancy always picked up on these things. Even earlier at the dinner, she’d felt like someone was watching them. Nelly had been caught up with Brody, so Nancy hadn’t mentioned it. Now, the more she thought about it, the weirder it seemed.
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