Chapter 71

• Leslie’s brows pinched together as she turned around and found Daniel standing upright, clutching her arms fiercely.
• “Where do you think you’re going, huh?” His eyes were still red from all the drinking, but his words weren’t as slurred as before. *Was he faking?* Leslie thought as her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
• “Let go of my hand!” She struggled, but his grip was vice-like. He sneered and swung the door shut. Leslie’s chest tightened.