Her eyes widened in panic. “Oh my God. Oh my God, what did you do? He’s going to kill me. He’s literally going to kill me.”
“Why would he hurt you for someone else filling the tank?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer from her eyes, her glances toward the store, and the hidden bruises on her arms.
“I’m not leaving you here,” I said. She began stepping back. “You’re making this worse. He’ll think I staged this, that I wanted you to rescue me.”Continue reading…