“The meeting ended early,” Ethan said, his eyes pleading with me to believe him. “I drove back tonight to surprise you. I stopped at the diner off the turnpike to get coffee. Samantha was there. She had just finished a late shift nearby.”
He took a breath, the oxygen tube rattling.
“We were just talking, Hannah. Catching up. We walked to the parking lot at the same time. A guy… a guy came out from between the trucks. He tried to grab her bag.”
Samantha nodded, tears spilling over. “Ethan stepped in. He pushed the guy off me. The guy went crazy. He started kicking Ethan… I hit my head on the pavement. If Ethan hadn’t been there…”
It was a hero’s story. It was logical. It was plausible.
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