Chapter 3

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Ali sat on the curb, knees pulled to her chest, her head resting between them as she tried to steady her breathing. The chill of the night air seeped through her thin robe and nightie, sending shivers down her spine. Her body ached, and the bruises felt like they were burning under her skin. She clenched her fists, her eyes shut tight, trying to block out the memories, the echoes of Jack's voice still ringing in her ears.

A car pulled up beside her, the engine rumbling softly. She didn't lift her head until she heard the door open. Slowly, she looked up, her eyes meeting Mikey's as he stepped out. The streetlight cast shadows across his face, making his expression unreadable. He didn't say anything, just moved to the back of his car and pulled out an oversized hoodie, big enough to swallow her frame.

He approached her quietly, moving with that same calm he always had, the kind that didn't need words. He crouched down, holding out a hand to help her stand. When she took it, his grip was firm, steady, grounding her. Without a word, he draped the hoodie over her shoulders, pulling the hood up to cover her face, shielding her from prying eyes.

She let out a shaky breath, the warmth of the fabric a small comfort against the cold. He guided her gently to the passenger seat, opening the door and waiting as she slid inside. She settled into the seat, her fingers clutching the edge of the hoodie.

As he moved to close the door, she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I missed you."

For a second, he paused, his eyes meeting hers again. There was something there—familiar and unspoken. But he didn't say anything. He just nodded, closing the door softly before walking around to the driver's side.

The car pulled off, the night swallowing them as they disappeared down the street.

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