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The air feels off.
Heavy.
“Stop the vehicle,” I snap.
Cal doesn’t argue.
Brakes hit hard.
I’m out before we fully stop.
Pain screaming.
Vision flashing.
I ignore all of it.
Because I feel it.
Deep in my chest.
Mila.
Gone.
Gunfire echoes faintly in the distance.
Then—
silence.
Too much silence.
Ethan moves beside me.
“Jase—”
I take off into the trees.
Fast.
Relentless.
Branches tear at me.
Ground uneven.
Breathing rough.
I don’t stop.
I break through the clearing—
And everything inside me—
stops.
Wreckage.
