Dahlia quickly tucked the paper into her notebook and glanced at Carter. Her chest throbbed as she saw him approaching, and she forced herself to stay calm, looking ahead. She could feel him sitting next to her.
All the way home, her thoughts were consumed by the woman and the amount she had given her. Dahlia pondered when she could call without having to ask who the woman was or how she knew about her situation. Could the woman be one of Carter's victims too? But how?
"Rest, Dahlia. I'll handle these damn phone calls," Carter said with disgust before leaving the room abruptly.
Dahlia's lip curled slightly as she stood up to grab her bag, watching him. She closed the notebook, shut the door quietly, and stared at it. Maybe the woman was right; maybe she could help her escape from Carter
