Olive’s POV The place was dark. I checked the time on my dashboard. 7:54 PM. I’d driven with so much fucking hurry to get here, weaving through traffic and running yellow lights and praying I wouldn’t get pulled over because explaining to a cop that I was racing to a kidnapper’s hideout to save my pregnant best friend who had also slept with my stepfather and ruined my mother’s marriage seemed like a conversation that would not end well for anyone involved. Now my hands were clasped at the steering wheel, gripping it so tight my knuckles had gone white. Heart racing. Scared as hell. “Have I done a stupid mistake?” I whispered to myself in the dim cabin of...
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