Chapter 83 Margot
Chapter 83
Margot
Oh shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
The blood slowly drains from my face as I realise Liv knows it was me who hit her with my car. That I went to check on her, then walked away without calling for help when I thought she was dead. She has me over a barrel and she knows it. She doesn’t want an apology, because she knows my words would be hollow. No, she wants something of worth. Money. Financial retribution.
My brain is like a box of fireworks being lit simultaneously. My thoughts have been ambushed and are firing in every direction and I can’t focus on any of them for more than a couple of seconds at a time.
I don’t know how to find my way out of this. The only thing I do know is that I want to be sick. I realise my hand is circling my stomach as if protecting my unborn child from a threat I didn’t know existed until this very moment.
In desperation, I turn to Anna. But she doesn’t look at me. Liv’s gaze is fixed on Anna, as if she is expecting more. What else could she know?