Chapter 7

Miranda’s P.O.V

We had been driving around in circles for the past half hour. By now, I was certain that we had lost Michael somewhere along the loops and knowing him, he’d probably given up and must be heading home by now. The kind man, whose name I’d learned was Jessie, soon pulled up to the side of the road. “I think we’ve lost the son of a gun,” he exhaled in relief, completely mirroring exactly how I was feeling at the present moment.

Frankly speaking, I was terrified out of my wits. Camille pushed me down the stairs and I was still surprised as to why I hadn’t died. I narrowly missed my chance to put an end to their clandestine affair but I guess luck wasn’t on my side. My phone is most definitely broken, and who knows if it can be repaired.

This was only the tip of the iceberg. I’d also not forgotten that Michael had threatened to kill me if I didn’t keep my mouth shut. I can only imagine how desperate he would be now to find me, and who knows whether or not he will succeed. I