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If he did not come quickly, she would fall asleep right there. Wan stood on the crossroads, waiting for a taxi. He saw a few pass by but they were all filled with passengers. He hit himself when he saw an Uber. He should have just call an Uber instead of wasting his time there. He was about to pull out his phone when someone interrupted him.

And she passed away when I was 18 years old. The doors to the truck are flung open, causing a massive amount of sunlight to flood the nasty and overcrowded interior of our mobile prison. These barbaric beasts didn’t even have the human decency to let us use the damn bathroom! And I’m sure that like me, most of the ladies have involuntarily gone on themselves several times by now. Seriously, our bodies can only hold so much for so long! “Fresh Meat, Boys!” I heard a harsh male voice announce loudly, followed by sadistic laughter. Panic spread like a contagious disease. Oh God, here we go. Everyone started crying, screaming, and scrambling toward the back of the truck. Moving erratically from

Not knowing where I am going, I look at the stars and when I see a shooting star off to the east, I decide now, “That way.” As I say it, I turn the vehicle in the same direction and then I hit the expressway. “No more deserted dark roads for me tonight, thank you very much.” I say to myself in the empty truck, just before I see her cross the highway in front of me. Slamming on the brakes, I cry out, “Unbelievable.” As I take my head in both hands and then squeeze my temples.

He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?" My mother was so anxious that she began sweating profusely. She yelled, "This is a matter of life and death! Is this how you police officers do your job?" Half an hour ago, I returned to the day my father collapsed. Still stuck in traffic, I did not ask my husband, Jonathan Reed, who was conducting the traffic, for help. Instead, I forced my way through the stream of cars and turned sharply into a side road with fewer vehicles. I did not even have the time to step on the gas pedal when Francis appeared, blocking my car.

If the old Carla could see this now, she’d probably be in disbelief. But the old Carla was gone. I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage before I could change my mind. The engine roared to life beneath my hands, familiar and exciting. And soon I was pulling onto the highway, the city lights stretching out before me like a promise or a warning; I wasn’t sure which. The faster I drove, the lighter my chest felt. Music played softly through the speakers, something slow and bittersweet. I didn’t sing along. I just let it fill the silence.

I got into my car. I drove. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't choose a direction. My hands just gripped the wheel and my foot found the accelerator and the city blurred past the windows in streams of steel and glass and amber light. I drove the way you drive when staying still feels like dying. When the body understands that movement is the only thing keeping it together. Sterling Thorne is my half-brother. The enemy I have been chasing, the missing pieces I couldn't find no matter how many doors I kicked down, were shoved into my face in the cruelest way possible.

I slammed my hand against the steering wheel. I floored the gas. The V8 engine screamed, propelling me forward. I knew these roads better than I knew the back of my own hand. I could cut ten minutes off the return time if I took the old service road that ran parallel to the highway. It was illegal, unpaved, and dark, but I didn’t care.

👄Chapter One 👄 Olivia stared out the window as the highway stretched ahead. Flat land, billboards, and the occasional truck stop. She had been in this passenger seat for hours already, and they still had days left on the road. Theo kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel. He was quiet like always. Her brother’s best friend, the guy who fixed cars and rarely said more than he needed to. Now he was stuck driving her across the country because her brother had asked him to.

So, this was the welcome they had prepared. Absalom’s expression turned dark and cold as he sat in the back seat. In an instant, the air pressure inside the car became extremely low, making it almost impossible to breathe! Absalom’s palm, which was placed on his lap, clenched suddenly! He rubbed his tongue against his cheek and suppressed his rage. He then pushed the car door open and got out! Wayne had sharp eyes and immediately opened the folding wheelchair. Absalom sat in the wheelchair, glanced at the banner, and positioned himself at the imposing entrance of Area 1.

I rolled down the window, and a car brushed past ours. In that fleeting moment, I locked eyes with Timothy and Christopher, and their faces turned pale.