The Scandalous Step Siblings: First Enemies, Then Lovers
We were running on empty, and we were still hundreds of air miles away from the Florida border.
Left with no alternative, I pulled into a tiny, rusted gas station sitting precariously near a deserted crossroads. There was no convenience store here, no modern security cameras—just two vintage, weather-beaten pumps and a small, listing shack with a rusted tin roof that creaked in the hot breeze. An old man sat motionless in a wooden rocking chair on the porch, chewing listlessly on a piece of straw. He didn't even raise his head when our gray sedan rolled to a halt over the oil-stained gravel.
"Stay inside the car," I told Kai, my tone brooking no argument. "Keep your hood pulled all the way d