Effie couldn’t shake the sense that something was off.
A sudden suspicion flashed through her mind.
Where exactly did Yolande go to school?
She’d been driving for ages now—if Yolande walked this distance every day, it simply didn’t add up. And as Effie glanced at the empty roadside, she realized they hadn’t passed a single pedestrian—just a handful of cars, scattered here and there.
So, had Yolande lied to her?
But why would she bother? They weren’t family, barely even acquaintances. As far as Effie knew, this was the first time they’d ever met.
What was Yolande’s angle? What could she possibly gain from this?
Effie was still puzzling it over when, out of nowhere, a sudden rush of air came from behind.
“Don’t move. Keep driving.”
A cold, sharp pressure pressed against the back of Effie’s neck—a small knife!
Her pupils narrowed in shock, fingers clamping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, threatening to burst free.
She forced herself to stay calm.
In the rearview mirror, Yolande—who just moments before had dozed off, all innocence and warmth—was now wide awake, fixing Effie with a chilling, predatory smile. The transformation was so complete, she barely looked like the same girl.
No wonder I fell for it, Effie thought grimly.
But she had to keep her wits about her.
“You’re sharper than I thought, aren’t you?” Yolande’s voice was still gentle, but now there was a sinister edge to it that made Effie’s skin crawl. “Unfortunately, you’re a bit too late.”
Effie forced down the panic rising in her throat. “Just now… those people—are you working together?”
How old was Yolande—sixteen, seventeen? Yet she held that knife without a hint of fear, steady as a rock. What could have pushed someone so young to pull a stunt like this?
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