There was a faint red mark around her wrist. Her lower lip was split. She had the kind of expression I’d seen on people who had been trying not to cry for a long time.
“Hey,” I said gently. “You hurt?”
She shook her head too quickly.
“No. I’m fine.”
I’d been around long enough to know that when someone answers that fast, they usually aren’t.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s get that tire changed. Then you can get somewhere warm.”
I walked toward the trunk.
“Wait.”
Her voice was so sharp that I turned around immediately.
She looked terrified.
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