Was she imagining things?
Ruth leaned forward and looked through the window again.
It was him.
The boy from the hill, the same messy brown hair.
The same bruise on his cheek.
For a second, Ruth simply stared at him.
What was he doing here? She immediately rolled down the window.
"Wait… what are you doing here?"
Noah shrugged, completely unfazed by the question.
"The taxi I took broke down."
He paused, then added casually,
"And I lost my phone."
Ruth stared at him.
That was it?
A taxi had broken down, he had lost his phone, and somehow he had ended up at a filling station in the middle of the night?
She looked at him carefully. There was something about the boy that didn't make sense.
It was far too late for a teenager to be wandering around alone even though he looked bigge
