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"Nat, I'm sorry I checked the oil and the tire pressure I ot Fuck"

She closed her eyes, the knuckles that gripped the phone turning white "What do I do?" she asked with a quaver of uncertainty

"The best you can, Natalie Who'd you hit? What kind of car?"

"I don't know It looks brand new, really pretty" Her eyes cut to the black car and then to thebetween it and her "His name is Marco D-Donati"

"Donati? Like the bank, Donati?" her cousin asked

"I have no idea"

"Look, I gotta go I hate like hell to abandon you like this Tell hiood, as well Don'tto deny it's your fault--as long as you know for a fact that it's your fault?"

"I hit hiht Have it towed to et it fixed and get insurance on it"

"Okay, thanks Be safe"

"Yeah, you too"

Natalie ended the call and slowlythe phone back to hi of loneliness hit her She knew Justin had to leave, he had to irlfriend, who hated Natalie because she was jealous of her--even though Natalie and Justin were cousins The situation at Justin's house was going to go fro out

She missed her mom and didn't like Houston much so far at all

Marco Donati took the phone and slid it into his pocket "No insurance?" he asked in a coldly flat voice

She shook her head and tried to hold his eyes, fighting the guilt and mortification that slid down her spine "I' his arms over his chest, his lips curled into a sneer and his eyes turned cold and flat "No you won't Let's at least be honest with each other about that"