#Chapter 79: Who Hires a Hitman in the Twenty-First Century?

Ethan’s words rang loudly in my head, over and over again. A sickening feeling coated the inside of my stomach, layering with fear and anxiety. “Why would someone come after me?” I asked, my voice sounded small and weak. I hated feeling so helpless. Ethan shook his head, “There are several reasons.” He mussed up his hair by running his hands through it multiple times. “But why me?” I emphasized, sitting up straighter in the hospital bed and waiting for his answer. “I haven’t done anything to anyone.” “I’ve seen this before, they’ll use you to get to me. They’ll hurt you to hurt me. They’ll-” He stopped and took a shaky breath. “What is it?” I asked. “I need to take you home.” He announced and left the room to, presumably, speak to a doctor about getting me released back home. In the quiet, empty room, I was left with my thoughts again. I tried to think of anything that could be helpful in identifying who would have been driving the car. The only memory I had, thoug