Phoebe cried and said, “It’s not Colby Withers. It’s you and that asshole named Alex.”

“Don’t cry, Phoebe. What in the world happened?”

“I… I was almost taken away by a man. Cheryl Coney, are you still my friend? You knew that your stinking man had hurt my leg, and I have only one shoe, yet you still left me to Colby’s mercy. What if he does anything to me?!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll come back soon.”

Alex and Cheryl went back, and of course, Phoebe was no longer at the steakhouse.

Finally, they found her on a bridge.

She was sitting on the bridge’s blue-striped stone steps, both her shoes gone from her feet. Her left foot was wrapped in something, and upon closer inspection, it was a sanitary pad.

And it was still dripping with blood.

There were also tear tracks on her beautiful face.

When Phoebe caught sight of Cheryl and Alex, she turned her face away deliberately, showing that she was still angry.

Cheryl immediately kneeled to check on her injury but was pushed away. “You