took the cur

d with a low, aggressive growl th

h, lurched

hairline. She wasn't

steel bars, a yard that measured fifty paces by fifty paces.

instinctively gripping the beige leat

o's voice snap

pen. He was sta

," he said, his nose wrinkling slightl

g. She looked at her fingers. They were clean, scrubb

mured, swallowing back the bile r

offer to slow down. He reached for the

ere," he warned. "I j

t wipes, and tossed it into her lap. "Wipe your hand

cket. Antibacterial.

as th

suffocating, wa

mell of the wipe made her nausea worse, but she wiped her hands

d suddenly. He wasn't looking at her, just staring straight

ked at his profile, the sha

ison," she said quietly.

. "Stop it. Stop trying to blame Estelle. We all know the truth, Ali

en. The air left

ith disdain. "You went rogue. Estelle cried for days when you were sen

ld him she did it for greed?

go of reality shifting beneath her feet. They had rewritten history. They had turned her

mach co

her mouth, a guttural so

mself against the far door,

the driver. "Pull over no

es crunching on gravel. The moment t

her face, but it didn't help. She retched, her body heaving violen

sping for breath, s

oice. It had changed pitch compl

delay... Yeah, I picked her up." A pause. "Don't wor

e from her chin with the back o

m. He was smiling at the phone. A s

ust support

s wit

ve for pain. It was a numbing blow that sever

to get back in. She wanted to walk aw

ne. No ID. She was a felon o

and looked at her. The

checking his watch. "Get

at on the edge of the seat, pressing herself into the cor

e lock clicked. The