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Mila
We step outside.
The world looks different in daylight.
Less shadows.
More exposure.
More risk.
I scan the tree line.
Quiet.
Still.
Too still.
My stomach tightens.
“That’s not right,” I say.
Jase follows my line of sight.
“Yeah,” he agrees.
No birds.
No movement.
No sound.
That’s not natural.
That’s—
A trap.
“Back—” I start.
Too late.
The first shot hits the tree beside us.
Close.
Too close.
We move instantly—diving for cover as gunfire erupts from both sides.
“They boxed us in,” Jase snaps.
“No,” I reply. “They knew exactly where we’d be.”
That’s worse.
Much worse.
