No way to pull over
The car drove perfectly fine—smooth, steady, just like always. But those people wouldn’t have signaled for no reason. Jack checked the dashboard again and tapped the steering wheel nervously. Everything appeared normal, but he couldn’t pull over to check. The highway stretched forward with no shoulder, no safe spot to stop. He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening, deciding he’d have to wait until he made it home. The suspense was eating him alive.
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