Chapter Thirty-Two
“I can reach it, just. My fingers are on it!” Annie called out. “Diane, my leg is bleeding really bad. I don’t feel so good.”
Diane had been struggling with the door. She’d managed to unfasten her seatbelt, but the door was jammed. It wasn’t opening. “I know, Annie, but we have to get out of here and at least call for help. I’m pinned where I am, and I’ll be dammed if I have my baby here. Zac is going to kill me.” Worse than that, she knew how badly this would hurt him. She had to get out of there—get them both out of there.
“I got it!” Annie called. “Oh, s**t, I dropped it.”
Diane shut her eyes in defeat as she heard Annie struggling, reaching around the seat. “How far off the road are we? Did no one see us?” She couldn’t believe that no one had seen them leave the
