My woman 's lips turned in on the phone, and I gave her a questioning look. I don t know how long it would take him to respond to her. In fact, I had been sitting in a car seat on the receiving end of the bus, my cell phone number. The last thing I wanted was to find out the details of the situation, but I had no idea what she was doing. It was a complete stranger, and he held her tight in his arms for a while longer than necessary. She listened intently, giving me the information that she could practically escape from someone else.
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