He nearly wet himself when the blue and red lights started to flicker from the blackness of the rearview mirror. But then they went to one side and raced around him, leaving his heart pounding.
His hands trembled against the wheel. He looked over at her. Asleep. She had missed the whole thing.
They were safe for the moment. Maybe her folks hadn’t found the note yet. It was as much as he could hope for.
The sight of her calmed him as he guided the car down the interstate, toward the million-to-one shot that was their last, best hope.
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Pete Lit (our inadvertent founder)
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Don’t believe in fear
Don’t believe in faith
Don’t believe in anything
That you can’t break
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