It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
A D O R I N G A N N A L I S E chapter twenty three
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Watching Isla was like watching my little sister. I wondered if Lilly Montgomery would be like her once she reached seventeen next year. I can see certain similarities between then that made them both victims.
They have an innocent radiance about them. A soft, sweet smile. The more I stare afar at Isla Marshell, I question what had made her colour her hair blonde. Her roots are far darker, but her natural looks lighter than mine.
"Miss Montgomery." For a moment, I forgot where I was. I had been coming down from all the adrenaline and panic that it was hard to focus on multiple things at once.
I was watching Isla hug her arms cross her body while she explains something to a police officer with a pale face.
Reggie had regained consciousness moments after Scott got to him. The paramedics checked him for any head or body injuries, but thankfully he was fine. Only a scratch on his chin where he unfortunately hit the ground.
The side of Scott's face is growing redder by the second. I could make out that he had been hit there, maybe once or twice on his cheekbone. It definitely was going to leave a nasty bruise.
Blondie is standing beside his mom, who'd gotten here in record time after he called her. He explained everything to her in one breath while the paramedics swept up the man and rushed him towards the hospital.
I didn't think he deserved medical care, but we did need him alive to ask questions. I think he's alive, but I haven't asked questions yet. I haven't spoken yet.
"Miss Montgomery." It takes the male paramedic two times to catch my attention. I look away from the parking lot outside, and focus back on where I am.
Sitting in the back of an ambulance as it's my turn to get checked. I practically pushed Reggie in first to I would be relieved to see if he was okay.
"I need to have a look at your neck to make sure it's just external." This middle age paramedic doesn't seem to like his job that much. He seems monotone, but the only emotion I'm getting out of him is frustration.
I give him a slight nod and weave my fingers together on my lap. The bald man is seated beside me on the stretcher bed, surrounded by the various equipment in the ambulance van.
The only thing I'd so far said to him was when I answered his question about injuries. My neck, head, and ankle. He wanted to assess my neck first.
He reaches up, his cold fingers touching the sides of my throat that instantly sting to him touch. I hiss and accidentally slap his hands away. I didn't mean to do it. It was just a reflex.
