97 What she managed to escape

Olivia laid still on the floor with her eyes closed and the clueless cat beside her.

The same car who had come and hit the cat could be spotted from a distance. The road was clear and the figure laying on the floor with a black cat beside her, were the only people in sight.

She slowed down and would have thought it to be a set up, if the cat wasn't there.

She was in a hurry to work, but still stopped to check out what was happening. She has short blonde hair that didn't even drop to her neck.

It was moderate with the front parted. A few parts fall to cover the left part of her forehead and her brown eyes clouding with worry, as the sight of Olivia gets more vivid.

She stepped down from her car.

There were traces of tears on her cheeks and her long lashes still glittering with tears mixture.