She just stood there by the stop. Then an old, faded pickup truck pulled up.
She climbed in without a moment’s hesitation, like it was something she’d done a hundred times already.
For a second, I completely forgot how to breathe. My hand hovered over my phone.
Should I call the police? What would I even say? My hands shook the entire time I followed them across town.
When the truck finally stopped, I saw exactly who was behind the wheel.
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