On The Run Again
By dawn, the cabin felt less like a sanctuary and more like a cage. They packed quickly, moving with quiet urgency. Wren sent coordinates to a so-called “safe house,” but Derek’s gut told him it was too risky. “We stick to our own route,” he said firmly. Maddy agreed, determination flashing in her eyes. Trusting strangers had gotten them this far into trouble. Trusting themselves was all they had left.
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