Callie’s POV
I wasn’t going to stay in a place where a pair of degenerates had almost r***d me, so I ran. I ran straight home. If no one had missed me during the agonizing time I’d been locked in that basement, why would they now?
And honestly, it was the last thing on my mind. I had far too much to process for my job to be any kind of priority.
When I got home, I saw that my mother had already returned from the hospital. She was sprawled on the couch, asleep. I walked past her and headed straight to the bathroom, where I checked the bruise on my head—the one from the blow that had knocked me unconscious in Martin’s study. It had come from behind, which was why I hadn’t seen it coming or remembered anything about it. That meant it had to have been that b***h Steffani who hit me. I ran a
