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But something in the man’s expression tells me:
This isn’t optional.
I look back at Jase one last time.
My chest tight.
My hand tightening around his.
Just for a second.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper.
Soft.
Certain.
Like I believe it.
Like it’s true.
I gently place his hand back on the bed.
Careful.
Like he might feel it.
Then I stand.
Turn.
And walk out the door.
The moment it closes behind me—
everything changes.
25
Mila
Location: Unknown — Moving
Time: Night
The road stretches out in front of me.
Endless.
Dark.
Unforgiving.
Exactly how I like it.
Exactly how I survive.
Headlights off.
