D A M I A N'S P O V
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N O I R G A S S T A T I O N
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We have started approaching the gas station, regardless whether or not it is a plain trap we are walking into. There is really no time for smart thinking and police tactics. My daughter could be at risk somewhere I do not even know, and it makes sense to just get there to find Kimberley as fast as we can, as I strongly believe that she may know where our daughter is.
We spread out wide with our hands on the trigger. We would not want anything to catch us off guard. My eyes are straight into the distance, and I can see how the car is casting a shadow on the surrounding floor. . .
The light is spilling from the other side to the top of the ca
