Chapter 63 Not Caring About Your Image

Lyra's voice was almost breaking on the other end of the line. "Summer, where are you? Can you get to the police station? "Ms. Myer's been arrested. They say she's a prime suspect — her old company reported her. "Everyone saw it happen, so what are we going to do? They're all saying Ms. Myer is going to be fired." A wave of shock hit me. I pushed past the dizziness clouding my thoughts and managed to flag down a cab. By the time I arrived at the police station, I felt a bit better, though the light-headedness lingered. Dylan spotted me and hurried over to help. "Did you go to the hospital?" I nodded, not bothering to pretend otherwise. Dylan casually plucked a stray lock of hair from my shoulder, and I knew the hair loss was starting again. It wasn't something I could keep hidden much longer. He tossed the hair into a nearby trash can and gently guided me to a seat. "Don't worry, Queenie's fine. Her old company's just causing trouble, but they don't have enough evidence," D