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Tristan knew she was trying to dodge his question and wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily. "I'm sure you'll find multiple ways to twist my questions and give me weird, beat-around-the-bush answers so I'll just ask straightforwardly."
He brought his fingers to her chin and tilted her head up so she could look at him. Tristan stared deeply into her eyes as he asked her, "In the hospital, you said you loved me, did you mean it?"
"The car's not going that fast?!" Emily yelled back. "Try pulling him up!"
"I can't!" Monica yelled in a strained voice. "He's heavier than he looks!"
Emily applied more force on the gas pedal; the car was barely moving forward and was mostly making coughing noises as the muffler puffed black smoke that obstructed Emily's view of behind the car.
However, she could still hear the muffled voice of the angry, beer-bellied man chasing them.
