Thinking the driver was Mom, I jumped out of the car. The headlights blinded me, and I held up my palm, trying to look past the glare. When I reached the rear bumper, I realized the car didn’t belong to her.
I turned to head back and smacked into a large body. A hand grasped my bicep.
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