The next morning, Trisha awoke with a start, her heart racing. As the memories of the previous day flooded her mind, she sat up and glanced around the room, making sure nothing was amiss.
Once she was satisfied that everything was in order, she headed to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. As she sipped the steaming liquid, her thoughts turned to Dashiell and the serious situation.
"Well, it's too late to back down now," she muttered.
With her resolve set, she gathered her things and headed out, ready to face whatever challenges the day had in store for her.
The drive to the site was a short one, and soon, she was parking her car near the construction zone.
"Morning," she greeted the workers who passed by her as she stepped out of the vehicle.
They replied with a nod and a smile.
Trisha made her way to the site, her nerves on edge as she scanned the area for any signs of danger. Everything seemed quiet, and she began to relax a bit.
