EIGHTY-SIX

ELLEN

"Where the hell are you?!" I heard Oliver's frantic voice over the phone.

"Come to the back of the boutique," Dante said.

Dante turned his back and typed into his phone, why Lily sat there with me, holding my hands tightly to calm me down. I was the one who was affected because I was closer to the car.

Who on earth blew up that car? Who was doing this to me? My mind kept going to only one person. Tony. He must have recognized me. Of course, he knows I am the one. He must have seen Sophie. I was doomed. I shivered mostly because of him than because of the accident. I was done for.

The door bursts open all of a sudden and Oliver came rushing in with Monica. For some reason, I did not like her, apart from the fact that I saw her kissing Oliver, I did not like the vibe she gave. But seeing Oliver made relief gush into me. He bent in front of me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and looked me in the eyes.

"Where are you hurt?" he asked. His voice wa