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... e steering wheel with white knuckles, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds, expecting headlights that never came. The woods flanked both sides of the dirt road like the pages of a closed book, filled with stories that begged to stay forgotten.
Missy sat in the passenger seat, hands in her lap, lips tight. She hadn't said a word since they'd passed the old gas station. Something about the air felt different now. Too thin. Too still. As if the world itself had stopped bre ...
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