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After a few rings, Jessica answered. I introduced myself and asked, “Will you be coming alone for the test drive, Ms. Miller?” She hesitated but confirmed she would be.
“Please don’t misunderstand,” I rushed to explain. “I just wanted to be sure, since you’re pregnant, that there wouldn’t be any scents or anything in the car that might bother you.”
She sounded relieved. “That’s so thoughtful.
My husband was supposed to come, but
something came up.
“I’m five months along, though, so it’s a
pretty stable time. A test drive shouldn’t be a
problem.’
After hanging up, I found Jessica’s social
media, relying on memories from my previous
life.
Thankfully, she was a meticulous documenter.
Jessica came from a wealthy family and met
her husband, David, in college. After
graduation, they both joined her family’s business. They were the “perfect couple,”
David the poster boy for a devoted husband. But looking at “devoted husband” David’s
profile, I let out a bitter laugh.
One of his old profile pictures was one I’d
seen in Sarah’s contact list.
But I’d never met these people. Why would
they want me dead?
It was 8:30. The memories of my past
suffering flooded back. In a desperate act, I
deliberately stomped on a rock.
Limping back to my desk, Sarah bounced into
the office.
“Lisa, the client’s almost here! Get ready!”
I put on a pained expression, showing her my
swollen ankle. “So sorry, Sarah, but I just
twisted my ankle. Look. I don’t think I can
Twisted my ankle. LOOK. TUONE THINK I Call
drive.”
Her face fell. Her voice turned cold. “Lisa, are
you doing this on purpose?”
I widened my eyes. “Sarah! Why would I do
this to myself?”
She seemed to catch herself, plastering a
smile back on. “Lisa, I have some pain relief
spray. It works wonders!”
“My cramps are so bad. You’re always so
nice to me. Please, just this once?”
She batted her eyelashes, clinging to my arm.
Goosebumps erupted on my skin. “Sarah,
you’re asking too much.”
“I have painkillers too. You could take some
and still do the test drive. It’s your client. I
don’t have to cover for you.‘
Sarah bit her lip, taking a step back. “Fine.
Lisa, don’t regret this.”
She stormed out. Watching her go, a knot
