I slam down the gas pedal again. “Come on, baby,” I mutter, downshifting without slowing to gain more power and speed. She gets me through. The old girl gets me through. My mom would be so proud and happy. Sorrow rips through my chest. I’m going to have to abandon the car. It’s too unique and noticeable, and Dale’s going to be looking for me. And then a fresh wave of panic and anger and sorrow follows the first. My mom’s death…after seeing what Dale did to Marcus Patrick, after hearing him on the phone with the emergency line operator…my mom’s death comes back to me. I heard a similar
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