Amelia flung the car door open without a second thought and bolted.
But the moment her feet hit the ground, a group of people rushed toward her. Leading them was a man with a jagged scar slashing across his face, making him look downright intimidating.
Frantically, she dialed 911.
The response? A cold, automated voice saying the line was busy.
Her temples throbbed as she hung up and immediately dialed Simon.
Only to be greeted by the dreaded "powered off" tone.
Her fingers curled tightly, despair gnawing at her chest.
She didn't give up though—and quickly dialed Raymond.
Thankfully, he picked up almost instantly.
"Morning, Amelia. What's up so early?"
"Raymond, help me! It's—" she glanced around, panic shaking her voice, "outside Grace Women's Center, I— Ah!
