But she didn’t go inside. She stayed near the bus stop. Then an old pickup truck pulled up to the curb.
She didn’t hesitate. Opened the door and got in like it was routine. For a second, I couldn’t breathe.
My hand hovered over my phone. Should I call the police? What would I even say?
My hands were shaking as I followed them across town. When the truck finally stopped, I saw exactly who was behind the wheel.
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