After saying those words, Dolores immediately blocked Cyrus's number, snapped her SIM card in half, tossed it, and burst into laughter.
"That felt so good!"
Her excitement was infectious, and I pressed the gas pedal, speeding down the winding mountain road. The road felt like my life: full of twists and turns, but finally heading toward a clear, open path.
When we reached the bottom, I drove Dolores straight to the train station. She needed to lay low for a while—Cyrus wouldn't let things go easily. I handed her the pre-packed bag I'd prepared, along with her promised payment, loaded onto a prepaid bank card.
The bank card was untraceable, one I'd acquired through Harlan's network, along with a fake ID.
Dolores took the supplies and payment, then pulled me into a tight hug. "Cong
