The speedometer pushed past eighty, and the scenery outside blurred into streaks.I stared at the bleeding bead of wood, my whole body cold.Before my grandmother died, her withered fingers had gripped my wrist as she rasped, "Maya, this rosary keeps the harm away. A broken bead is a warning. If one ever cracks off, no matter what you're doing, don't look back. Run as far as you can."I had always thought it was just mountain superstition.Until today, when the threat of death came down around me with terrifying clarity.My phone kept vibrating in my bag, the frantic buzz making my heart pound.The screen lit up with message after message.I tapped the top one. It was a video Daniel had posted in the family group chat.The video came from the lottery shop's security camera.In it, I looked frantic as I shoved him away, hair disheveled, scrambling into a cab.He had added a long caption."Everyone, judge this for yourselves. I just scratched off five million, and Maya said a
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