"I'm fine; it doesn't hurt," Mya said, trying not to worry Madelyn. Mya's hands were once delicate and soft. After a few challenging years, they bore several burn scars and had become rough.

Kevin approached, "Ms. Jent, we need to leave; it's late."

Then, a police officer approached Mya, "We need you to testify about the suspect. Could you come with us to the station?"

Mya nodded, "Okay. Madelyn, I'm heading out."

Madelyn replied, "Take care."

Mya hesitated, "I'm nervous about going alone, Madelyn."

Before Madelyn could respond, Kevin jumped in, "Don't worry, Ms. Jent. I'll accompany her. I have some business there anyway."

Madelyn said, "Thanks, Kevin. Just make sure she's safe."

Kevin replied, "Of course."

After everyone was gone, Madelyn walked over to the luxury car. A bodyguard opened the door for her, and she got in. Next to her, Zach poured some red wine into a glass.

"Try it."

Madelyn fixed her dress and looked away, "It's been a long time since I had a drink."

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