Where was her phone?
Tiffany knew these people weren't acting alone.
Finding her phone was the fastest way to call for help.
But unease crept in—her phone had fallen somewhere in the dense greenery.
The dim streetlights offered little help, leaving her no clear spot to start searching.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she gave up and quickly turned back toward the intersection she had come from.
She remembered a convenience store still open nearby.
Getting there to borrow a phone seemed safer.
Yet the moment Tiffany reached the street, a black electric car pulled over beside her.
Instantly on guard, she pressed herself against the wall, gripping her stun device tightly as her heart pounded.
"Ms. Tiffany?"
The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
"Jaina?"
Tiffany relaxed slightly but didn't move.
After what had just happened, she couldn't trust anyone.
"It's me," Jaina flashed a smile.
"I thought you were having dinner with friends.
