Abigail’s POV
I sit on the curb near the cab, my arms hugging my knees as I try to process everything that had just happened.
The distant wail of sirens has faded, replaced by a heavy silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves.
My breathing is shallow and uneven, all thanks to the chaos inside my head.
Nathan stands a few feet away, leaning against the car with his arms crossed.
I feel his eyes on me, sharp and assessing, and it makes me want to disappear.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice cutting through the stillness.
I nod instinctively, but my trembling hands betrays me.
“I think so,” I reply, though my voice betrays me.
I glance down at my knees, at the way my fingers grip the fabric of my jeans as if letting go might make everything go out of control.
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