My hands shook as he pulled closer, his engine roaring against the fragile edge of my sanity. Headlights swallowed my rearview mirror, and every nightmare I’d ever rehearsed came alive in one long, suffocating breath. A stranger. A motorcycle. My kids trapped behind me. I braced for impact, for headlines, for the sound of shatt… Continues…
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