Wait for Me
“In his car,” he breathed.
“He took my laptop.
But he doesn’t know about the hidden copies.
He doesn’t know, Mom.”
“Has he hurt you?” I asked, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached.
“No.
“In his car,” he breathed.
“He took my laptop.
But he doesn’t know about the hidden copies.
He doesn’t know, Mom.”
“Has he hurt you?” I asked, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached.
“No.