The night blurred into chaos as Adrian shoved essentials into a duffel bag, every muscle tight with adrenaline, while Natalie strapped Ethan into the car seat, trembling but determined, her mind replaying the image of that live feed again and again — Loren Voss watching them, tracking them, close enough to breathe the same air — and as the tires screeched down the lonely highway, the city lights fading behind them, Natalie finally spoke, voice cracking, “We can’t keep running forever, Adrian, he’ll find us again,” and Adrian, eyes locked on the road, replied, “Then I’ll make sure when he does, he regrets it,” but the tension between them wasn’t just fear, it was everything unspoken — love, guilt, the weight of secrets they hadn’t yet faced, and somewhere deep down, Natalie knew there was s
