Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the red and blue flash of sirens. Bex flings the door open before I can put the car in park. After we got on the road, I managed to wrangle exactly one piece of information from her: there was a fire at the diner. She’s lost in her own world of panic, refusing to let me in. I tried holding her hand on the drive, and she looked at me like I just dropped my pants in public. I tried to push her for more details, and she snapped at me. At this point, I’m just glad she let me drive her here. But I’m not leaving her alone. Not now. She needs someone to support
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