Chapter 32 Strategist

• Jasmine stood rooted to the spot. Her hands were clasped tight due to the turmoil within her. She couldn't bring herself to step into the car, not when she felt so filthy.
• "Thank... thank you, but no, I wouldn't want to bother you," she said stiffly, waving her hand dismissively.
• Ethan didn't press further. He had considered just driving away, yet the sight of Jasmine limping in the rearview mirror stirred an inexplicable irritation within him.