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I swallow hard.

Don't throw up.

Don't stop.

Just get out of here.

Violet has to know I'm gone by now.

A strange laugh escapes me.

Roman’s looking for me. I know it.

“He’s definitely losing his mind.”

I keep walking.

The road sign gets closer.

The letters blur.

I blink hard.

Finally they sharpen.

MILLER ROAD.

Okay. Remember that.

Miller Road.

I look at the intersecting road.

Another sign.

I move closer.

My head pounds with every step.

OLD QUARRY ROAD

Miller and Old Quarry.

I repeat it quietly.

I turn away from the wreck, pick a direction, and start walking. I don't know if it's the right one, but standing beside the vehicle with an unconscious murderer seems like a particularly bad life choice.

My legs get steadier after the first few minutes.

Good. They’re less likely to dump me onto the pavement.

I keep going.

I need a house.

A car.

A person.