I hung up and dialed Tessa from next door. She picked up after one ring.
"I need a favor," I said.
"I'm already lacing up my sneakers, Paige," she replied. "Just go."
I didn't even stop to change my clothes. I just grabbed my keys and purse, kissed the kids on their heads, and ran out.
The drive was a blur. My hands gripped the wheel too tight. My jaw ached from clenching. Rage sat beside me in the passenger seat.
"I need a favor."
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