When Leanne Walsh opened her eyes, she felt a momentary flash of elation.
She wasn't dead. She was still alive!
'Someone must have saved me!'
Soon enough, however, she realized she was still lying on the hard ground by the road. Her body ached, weak and motionless. The only improvement was that she was lucid again.
She opened her mouth and rasped, "Help..."
She clung to a sliver of hope. 'Maybe someone will find me and save me!'
Just then, a nearby voice asked, "Who do you think is coming to save you?"
Her eyes shot wide.
A familiar face appeared before her. It was Paige Summers, the woman she hated to her very core.
"It's... you..."
"That's right, it's me. What, are you surprised?"
Leanne Walsh was indeed surprised for a moment, but it didn't take long for her to realize. "It was you!"
Paige Summers chuckled. "So you're not completely stupid."
Though she was smiling, she didn't feel any real joy—just the lightness of impending release.
