Ariel was purposefully walking toward the garage by the car wash. It was impossible to tell if she was excited, scared, or a combination of the two, or any other combination of emotions. I kept pace just so I could try to talk some sense into her.

“Ariel,” I attempted to gain her attention. “Shouldn’t we call the police or something?”

Ariel stopped and looked at me with disdain. “Are you crazy?”

I defended myself, “No, I’m pretty sure that is what sane people do in these situations.”

“Not at Highland Park,” Ariel corrected me...

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