Chapter 190

“Abigail, I swear I won’t drag you down with me. Just let me rest a couple of days—once I can walk, I’m outta here.” Rachel Collins’ tears fell one by one, perfectly timed like they were rehearsed, each drop hitting Abigail right in the chest. Abigail felt torn. On one hand, she pitied this unlucky girl; on the other, she really didn’t want to get into trouble for hiding someone. After some hesitation, she said, “Alright. If anyone asks, I’ve never seen you. Just stay here and rest up for the next two days.” When her husband came home, she told him everything. He actually got it—he was the one who cleaned up Rachel's wounds, and he knew better than anyone how terrifying the whole thing was. Not terrifying because of how bad the wounds were, but because someone had actually thrown acid on a girl. That young girl upstairs—so pretty, so full of life—who could be so twisted as to even think of doing something like that? While staying at Abigail’s place, Rachel tried to piece things togethe