RENO

Ilana's words screwed me up that I could not control my car well. I almost hit someone, a woman crossing the road carelessly. My feet stepped on the brake automatically. I rested my head on the steer to calm my pounding heart down before I got off. That woman was holding one of her bruise legs while her messy blonde hair blanketed all over her face.

"Are you okay?" She tidied up her hair and gaped.

"Angeline..." I muttered her name.

"Do you know me? Who are you? And why were you driving so recklessly? Do you want to kill the passers-by?" she grumbled at me. Angeline did not...