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Autumn sat rigidly in the driver's seat, her hands trembling and her face as white as if she'd seen a ghost. Whiter, like a ghost she could be.

He took her hand and said, "Just chill," as he dragged her out of the vehicle.

Her head bobbed as she asked, "You're not going there, right?"

"I'm not, at all."

"I'm content to stay here."

"Okay, I won't come back in a minute to find you've bolted