Driving off
She shifted into drive, her hands steady though her pulse raced. Tires crunched against pavement, the car rolling forward. She checked her mirrors automatically, expecting nothing unusual.
Instead, shadows stretched across the sidewalk, moving in rhythm. Abby’s eyes narrowed, grip tightening on the wheel. It felt wrong—not like she was leaving the mystery, but dragging it along.
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