The wind swept across the barren wilderness, carrying dry dust and swirling at the end of the dilapidated road. Sandy sat in the driver's seat, gazing through the rearview mirror at the empty roadway. She raised one eyebrow slightly, a mocking smile curling the corners of her lips.
“You think you can follow me? Dream on.”
She tapped the steering wheel with her fingertips, dispelling the last remnants of tension in her heart. But the next moment, a blurry figure flashed into her mind—the stranger who had stood directly in front of her when the bullet came flying. She paused for a moment, then hummed softly.
“I hope that ticket sends him straight to heaven. Otherwise, meeting him in hell… hmm, that’d be a bit awkward.”
Regret? Perhaps a little. But like her usual code of conduct—there’s
