Second thoughts?
Hanger in hand, Abby hesitated, pacing her kitchen. This was illegal, she reminded herself. Breaking into a car—grand theft auto—sounded impossible to justify.
She whispered excuses: she wasn’t stealing, only looking. Still, guilt gnawed at her. Yet curiosity bit harder, every minute drawing her back. She had already come too far. With a sigh, she admitted—she wouldn’t walk away now.
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