ZOEY

He moved away from me, giving us distance but I could still see the troubled look on his face.

"Her brake lines were cut and one of her tires had its nuts loosened..." He ran his hand into his hair, his eyes everywhere but on me. "The same tire also had a tracker...more like they had been targeting her for a while now, probably waiting for when she would be outside alone without protection."

I had to hold myself from letting out a shocked gasp.

"My mom was this close to dying." With a thick voice, he put two of his hands close, almost but not touching, to describe...