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Sara
I pace around the cabin on unsteady legs, glancing out the broken window every five seconds. It’s pitch black outside, the silence interrupted only by the usual forest noises.
Still, I keep looking, keep listening for police helicopters.
It’s now been almost sixteen hours since I stole the car from the hospital. By now, its owner would’ve found it missing and reported it to the police. If they’ve discovered our Mercedes in the parking lot—and I would be shocked if they haven’t—every law enforcement officer in the area must now be looking for the blue Toyota and the fugitives in it.
It’s only a matter of time before they find our cabin.
If Yan doesn’t get here soon, it will have all been for nothing.
I look at the phone again, rereading his email for the fifteenth time. I sho
