Setting a record
Emma drove home faster than she should have, weaving sharply through traffic. She skipped her usual stop for groceries, ignoring hunger and routine. Dinner could wait. The only thing that mattered was reaching home as quickly as possible. What normally took more than half an hour was completed in twenty minutes flat. When she screeched into her driveway, her car ended angled awkwardly, both tires pressed onto the lawn. She didn’t care. She bolted inside.
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