ELENA PETERS

I got into my car and sped off, heading to Vince’s house.

My hands gripped the steering tightly, gritting my teeth in rage and another intense, unsettling feeling.

The news had left me with no appetite, and so I didn't join my parents for breakfast.

I was way too jittery by how fast the news was spreading, and my parents stayed beside me. They only left me alone hours after midday, and that was when I got out of the house, needing to speak with Vince.

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