Chapter 35 On the Psycho’s Trail

ELARA

The road stretched ahead, a thin grey ribbon shimmering under the relentless sun. It seemed unreal, like a painted line tempting me, daring me to reach it.

If I could just reach it

If I could just touch it

A car. A person. The police. Anyone who wasn’t Alessandro.

Freedom.

“Mom… Dad…” ...

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