Then turn and run.
Lucas grabs my arm, hauling me the last few feet.
We dive into the vehicle—
Doors slam—
And we’re moving.
Fast.
Out.
Alive.
Russ
She’s stronger now.
I can see it.
Hear it.
Feel it in the way her hand holds onto mine.
Not weak anymore.
Not slipping.
Present.
Here.
“You scared me,” I say quietly.
The words come out before I can stop them.
She studies me.
Really studies me.
“I know,” she whispers.
No apology.
No excuses.
Just truth.
That’s her.
Always.
I shake my head slightly.
“Don’t do that again.”
A faint smile touches her lips.
