Through rain, fear, and exhaustion, she walked—thirty-seven miles that felt like a lifetime. Every step was one less tether to Daniel’s control, every mile a declaration that she would no longer live in his shadow. From the storm-lashed roads of Maple Creek to the quiet hum of a Greyhound bus, she stitched together her escape with grit, strategy, and sheer will. By the time he tracked her to the wrong station, her path was already rolling west, beyond his grasp.
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