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Chapter 6-2
Before they’d driven more than a few miles, Sam had forced Holly to hand over her phone. He tossed it out the window into the snow, smiling over at her as he did so. “We can’t have you using that, now can we?” Now they were at a rest stop, hundreds of miles away from Matt, and Holly desperately looked for a way to contact him. But there were no payphones, and she didn’t have any money anyway. While Sam was in the bathroom, she considered running, but where could she go in all of this snow? Besides, Sam would catch her before she’d run a mile. She considered, her mind whirling. What was Sam even planning? Would he kill her? She didn’t know at this point, but she was well aware that Sam was unpredictable. As a last ditch effort, Holly ripped off a part of the coat—Matt’s coat—and tied it
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