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Final Escape

Maddy’s tires screeched as they sped onto the highway, the rearview mirror showing no sign of pursuit—yet. Derek kept checking the laptop, now shut tight in his bag, while Joshua scanned navigation apps for somewhere remote. “We need a place with no cameras, no signals,” Derek muttered. Maddy nodded grimly. “I know a cabin—Dad’s old fishing spot. No one’s been there in years.” It wasn’t a plan. But it was something.
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