I need a little help, God. Just a little clue! she thought. A moment later, she noticed a car crashed into a phone box. It looked like Martha’s car. The driver’s door was open, but Martha was nowhere in sight. She slowly passed the car and the wrecked phone box, looking into each doorway, into each alley, behind each tree and advertising post.
Finally, she noticed Martha. A woman and a man were supporting her in a small cross street. It looked like they genuinely wanted to help her. Lylian stepped on the gas and stormed past them. She stopped the car and stepped over to them.
“Hello. Excuse me, I know her …”
They looked at Lylian for a moment, but they wanted to continue on their way.
“We know her too—or I should say we know someone she knows. I know it sounds complicated, but she ment
