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It seemed to her that an eternity had passed when a car pulled into the gas station. At first Sammy jumped in fright, but it wasn't a Honda, it was a silver Ford. As soon as the car braked nearby, Doyle literally jumped out of the passenger seat.

Samantha unlocked the door with trembling hands and climbed out, and Travis flew up and grabbed her and held her tightly to him. Once in his arms, Sammy burst into tears again, and he stroked her back.

- Well, that's enough, calm down ... Everything is fine, I'm here ...

Trying to control herself, Sammy pulled away slightly, and Travis took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.

Everything will be all right, you hear?

Sammy nodded, trembling but still clinging to Travis. However, he didn't push her away.

Someone whistled nearby, and Sammy peered over Doyle's shoulder to see Steve. He was looking at the car.

- Dude, this is just trash ... Look.

Travis turned around without removing his hand from Samantha's shoulders. His face darkened