Erasing Themselves

They drove along forgotten backroads, every turn chosen with care. At a gas station, Maddy ducked into the restroom and dyed Derek’s hair dark, disguising him even from himself. Outside, Joshua smashed his phone with a rock, shards scattering across the pavement. “We’re ghosts now,” he muttered grimly, tossing the pieces into a dumpster. Derek wanted to believe it, but the weight of the device in his bag said otherwise. The Solace Group wouldn’t stop.
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