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"You think I hit her?" I demanded and when Caleb didn't say anything I stood up, knocking my chair backwards, it crashed to the floor.

He thought I was responsible for the accident.

"Sarah stopped breathing,"

I froze, Sarah Wenham? I wanted to cry so badly but the tears just wouldn't come, I managed to turn my head and I looked at Caleb. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing would come out. His eyes were cold and hard, he was glaring at me. Caleb thought this was my fault Sarah was dead. I almost collapsed where I stood, but someone caught me just before I hit the ground. My knees were absolute jelly and when Tyler put me back on my feet he had to leave his arms looped through mine to keep me upright. My heart was beating triple time in my chest, Sarah was dead. Sarah Wenham, I knew Sarah's family. The tears I had been at loss for earlier made their way to the surface and slid down to my cheeks. I finally found my feet and regained my footing; I wiped away my tears and looked at Caleb. As soon as I did my eyes blurred back up again immediately. He was trying to hold in his emotions and by the looks of it, it wasn't working. He ran his hands over his face and I had to drag my eyes from his face to look at the police woman.

"Can—Can I have a minute?" I choked and she nodded, I managed to walk from the room and tried to find the bathroom, only to run straight into Michael's arms. He held me at arms length and I tried to blink all my emotions back, only making myself cry harder in the process.

Reid rounded the corner and I saw him freeze out of the corner of his eye, "Oh my God," He hissed and took Michael's place in front of me, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and gave me an awkward side hug. I knew what Reid was thinking, I was crying. In public, for the second time in my life; Caleb came out of the conference room and stopped when he saw Reid hugging me.

"What are you doing Alex? She still needs to talk to you," he asked harshly and I burst into a new wave of tears.

"Bite me," Reid snarled and I pushed away from him, looked at Caleb and shook my head in amazement.

"How can you—" I cut myself off and walked swiftly out of the office, if they were going to accuse me they could at least do it themselves. Not have some officer do all the hard work for them.

Once I was outside, I took a deep breath and did the only thing I could under the circumstances. I ran. I had learnt that if I couldn't control my emotions the best thing I could do was run, running was anger management and stress relief at the same time. So it made sense, I brought myself up to a sprint and didn't stop until I came to what I assumed was the middle of the woods. I came to an abrupt halt and fell to my knees. No tears came but I rested my palms on the bark of the tree and put my head between my arms. I stayed there until I heard footsteps coming towards me, I pulled myself up quickly, using the tree and disappeared into thin air. I levitated myself into one of the higher branches and returned to my head in hands position with my knees pulled up. I could see Pogue walk below the tree I was sitting in and I held my breath. He went past without acknowledging my presence. That's when I glanced down at my hands and realised I was still shielding myself from sight. I sighed deeply and out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone stop. I looked down and Tyler was standing below me, looking straight up at me. He cocked his head to the side and I stayed impossibly still. He yelled out to the others and Pogue came running back, along with Caleb and Reid, followed by Michael. They all mimicked Tyler's position of staring up at what they assumed was air. Until I removed the shield and stood up on the branch,

"You always were a tree person," Tyler muttered and Michael gave a wry smile. They all stared up at me until Caleb broke the silence,

"The officer—"

"Shut the fuck up about the officer Caleb, no one gives a shit," Reid said and Pogue nodded in agreement. Caleb was furious but it was four to one. I took a step forward and landed easily on the ground without having to use. But once I was down I stepped away from the group, putting the tree between us and continuing to back away. Caleb continued to glare at me and I finally remembered why,

"I swear on my own life I did not kill Sarah," I whispered

"All the evidence points towards you," he argued and took a step towards me. Seeing my case wasn't going to hold up, I sighed,

"I have to go," it was barely audible but Caleb heard me,

"You need to talk to the police officer," he said, quieter this time and I felt a sad smile creep onto my face.

"You can tell the officer," I started and he crossed his arms, "To get fucked," I muttered and Reid let out a massive laugh, missing Caleb's death glare,

"And that's how we're related baby sister, are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine," I said and avoided Michael's gaze as I continued to back away. I got to about twenty metres distance before I heard it,

"You'd better be coming back Garwin,"

"Don't count on it," I whispered and I saw Caleb freeze,

"Garwin!" he yelled but I was already gone. I was sprinting through the trees, using to help me run faster.

Around what I predicted was an hour later I reached my destination and pulled my wallet from my pocket. I walked into Boston airport and realised I didn't have my passport. But it was too late to go back; I closed my eyes and fabricated a passport in my back pocket, complete with all the stamps from my previous holidays. I walked up to the closest bench and asked for directions to the nearest ticket office. I followed the instructions the man gave me and pulled my wallet from my pocket after reaching the desk.

"Is it too late to buy a one way ticket for the flight to Florence, Italy at seven pm?" the lady shook her head,

"We still have a few seats available, you do realise the flight leaves in half an hour?" she asked and I nodded, smirking at her confused look, "Okay, we have an aisle seat in business or a centre seat in economy," she said and I nodded,

"Business please," if I was spending twenty four hours in the same seat I was going to be comfortable in the process. She raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me for asking, but why are you leaving for Italy with no suitcases on a one way ticket with no reservations?"

"Spur of the moment thing," I grinned and she shook her head, "I have relatives there," I explained and she seemed to understand a little more, of course everything I was saying was a lie. Italy was my haven, ever since we'd been there three years ago on a family vacation it had been my place. My Italian relatives were non-existent and I'd been planning this trip for a little while to be honest, I just wouldn't be sticking to the original plan of returning to Ipswich.

After all, what did I have to return to?