Looking further
Determined, Abby shifted to the back seats. She ran her hands across cushions, tugged at seams, checked beneath mats. Still nothing.
With a quick pull, she folded the backrest down, exposing the trunk. Her heart pounded as she leaned inside, only to sink in disappointment. The space was hollow, bare. Silence pressed in heavier, mocking her search.
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