Page 56 of Ranger's Wildflower
My grip tightened instinctively.
“Yes.”
“Oh my God.”
The woman sounded stunned.
Almost emotional.
“I just saw the footage,” she rushed out. “The crash video.”
Ice slid through my chest.
No.
No no no.
Not yet.
“Who is this?”
“Marlene Carter. From Gable Ridge.”
The name hit instantly.
Neighbor.
Church bake sales.
Summer barbecues.
Before.
Before everything.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“You weren’t driving,” Marlene said softly. “Tessa… we didn’t know.”
My throat closed.
The room tilted slightly.
I hung up before she could say anything else.
My hands shook violently around the phone.
“It’s happening,” I whispered.
Too fast.
Way too fast.
The bell above the shop door chimed.
I looked up instantly.
Ace.
