Ellie’s POV
I ran after Reagan as he went into the garage. He seemed to know something I didn’t.
Everywhere I looked, there were lots of gorgeous new cars. But there in the distance, sticking out like a sore thumb, was a truck that looked just like mine. As I followed Reagan, I realized it was my truck, and someone had hurt her. It was not only shocking to see that my vehicle was there, but that someone had smashed the window. “What the hell happened to my truck?” I yelled. I love this truck, and someone has hurt her.
“I’ll explain later,” Reagan said as he climbed into a car next to it. I was unhappy as I wanted him to explain now. But I followed suit. I was wondering how he was going to drive with a prosthetic. But my curiosity didn’t seem to stop him from getting behind the wheel. As soon as my butt touched the seat, Reagan put the car in drive. Just as he gripped the steering wheel, ready to drive, Phillip jumped in front of the car, hitting the bonnet. Regan lowered his window.
