Just when I thought it was over, the driver slammed the brakes, swerved, and sped off. I was left sitting on the ground, shaken.
A girl passing by rushed over to help me. Her hand barely touched my waist when she gasped. "Oh my God! You're bleeding so much!"
I looked down in a daze, finally noticing the large pool of blood spreading around me.
At the hospital, the doctor asked me to contact a family member. I clutched my phone, staring at Brandon's number for a long moment, before deciding to call my lawyer instead.
I couldn't forget the license plate on that car--it was the same as Brandon's. We'd chosen that number together.
I stayed in the hospital until noon the next day. While I was there, Brandon sent me one message: Jen's ceiling is leaking, so I'm taking her back to our place.
I knew right away it wasn't from him--it had Jenna's fingerprints all over it.
When I got home, the door code didn't work. As I was about to try again, the door opened from the inside. Jenna stood there in my apron, smiling brightly. "Sylvia, you're finally home! The old code was too hard for me to remember, so Brandon changed it to my birthday. Come in, I'll get you some water!"