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“Are you sure you want me to let you out here? It looks like nobody’s home,” Amber averted her eyes, ignoring his concerned look, and peered through the truck’s passenger side window. “I’m sure.”

The house’s windows were black, and no car sat in the driveway. “You’re sure then?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, grasping the door handle and forcing herself to exit the truck, stepping out onto the damp pavement. “It’s starting to rain,” she mumbled, “I’ve got to hurry.”

He waited until she had almost reached the front door before pulling away. She assumed he was satisfied; he did not look back. Amber wished herself back inside the safety of the truck and her ride; she knew no one was home. In fact, they no longer lived here. What had sounded like a good idea to her an hour ago now seemed reckless and foolish. She stood shivering in the warm night’s misting rain. Swallowing hard, she stepped off the porch’s stoop and headed down the road toward her boyfriend’s new home. “It’s okay,” she told herself, “If I walk quickly, I should be there in less than an hour.”

She walked until she reached the intersection near Walmart. She felt better here. With so many cars and people, she didn’t feel as alone. A car pulled up beside her, and the window came down.

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