Her phone vibrates in her hand, breaking the silence of the night. She hesitates for a moment before opening the message. It's from the person she contacted earlier.

"I can help you," it reads simply. "Meet me at the usual place tomorrow morning."

Misty bites her lip, considering her options. The thought of running away with Cliff is tempting, but she knows that she needs to take control of her life again. With a sigh, she types out a reply.

"Okay.

I'll be there." She presses send before stuffing her phone back into her pocket. With one last look around the yard, she heads off into the night, determined to find a way out of this mess and back onto the path she's meant to follow.