“Come on…” Blaze mutters.
We clear the pass.
Hit open road.
And this time—
They don’t follow.
I watch the mirror.
Nothing.
Empty.
“Keep going,” I say.
We don’t slow.
Not yet.
Not until we’re miles out.
Blaze finally eases off the gas.
Silence fills the truck.
Heavy.
Real.
Tessa’s hand is still in mine.
Trembling slightly.
I don’t let go.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods.
Barely.
“They tried to hit us.”
“Yeah.”
Her breath shakes.
“This is really happening.”
I turn slightly, making sure she sees me.
Feels it.
“You’re still here,” I say.
Her eyes meet mine.
