On the road
Emma wasted no time. She entered the coordinates into her GPS and started the engine, her determination stronger than nerves. The route showed a forty-minute drive, but the minutes slipped past unnoticed. Each turn, each stoplight, became nothing more than background to her rushing thoughts. Finally, after weeks of silent waiting, she was moving, propelled forward toward the person whose blood tied itself to hers. Nothing could have stopped her determination now.
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