I palmed her shoulders, taking an inventory of her face, her eyes. “Are you okay?” I asked, terrified she’d been hurt in some way before I got here. She nodded slowly, as if she wasn't quite sure. “How did you know to come?” Had he drugged her? I searched her eyes, but they seemed clear, as usual. “You texted me.” She shook her head. “I—I meant to text my friends for a ride.” She left me, going to her purse at the table and looking through her phone. A stricken look crossed her face. “God, Tyler I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your evening.” Ruin my evening? She’d been assaulted and she
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