Chapter 7: The Unlikely Ally
A burner phone number flashed on Claire’s screen late Tuesday night.
"Claire?" a trembling voice whispered. "It's Leila."
Claire sat up straight. "Leila, are you okay?"
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"I can't sleep," the young server cried. "I saw him hit you. I saw it all. Margaret fired me today because I looked at Richard wrong. They're monsters, Claire. I want to help, but I'm so scared."
"Meet me at the diner on 4th Street tomorrow," Claire said, a fierce spark of hope igniting in her chest.
