Her Darkest Secret: Chapter 7
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How in the world could I not have seen that she was gone? Blame it on the way the setting sun reflected off the Jeep windshield. The terrible blinding glare made it impossible for me to see inside the vehicle.
I felt a cold chill run up my spine. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My breathing became shallow. Setting the bottle down on the empty seat, I shook my head.
“Get a hold of yourself, Fish,” I said aloud. “She probably just went into the gas station to use the bathroom. We’ve been drinking beers. She’s probably ready to burst.”
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