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Screaming, ready to cry for sure.

Then she looked forward, right at me, realizing I still stood there, watching.

She tried to start her car again and nothing happened.

As soon as I saw tears streaming down her cheeks, I approached her car.

She opened the door and climbed out.

“It’s fine,” she called out to me. “I can take care of this. I can fix this.”

“You have extensive training as a mechanic, Hazel?”

She walked by me with her middle left finger in the air.

She stood at the hood of the car.

“You don’t even know how to pop the hood, do you?” I asked.

“I know how to pop the fucking hood!” Hazel yelled. “I’ll pop the hood and then rip the hood off and throw it at you!”

I shut the car door and moved closer to Hazel.

She tried to turn away from me but I wrapped my right arm around her and pulled her toward me.

Her entire body tensed up for a moment.

Then she turned and collapsed into me.

Letting it all out.

My right hand touched the back of her head, my fingers stroking her hair.

After a few seconds, she stepped back.

She put her hands to my chest. “I’m okay. I’ll deal with this. I can handle this on my own.”

“You don’t have to handle things on your own.”

“I don’t need to be saved by you, Atlas.”

“You can still let me help you out,” I said. “I’ll call someone to come get your car and they’ll fix it.”

“That simple?”

“Yeah. That simple. It’s probably the starter or something random. So I’m going to take you back to my place.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you alone without a vehicle.”

“I can call Hannah,” Hazel said.

“Is that what you want to do, love?”

Hazel looked up at me.

She blinked a few times.

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