The Aftermath’s Echo

Her tears welled, vivid and hot—her chest heaving, the fire in her a vivid inferno—her hand wrenching free, vivid with her refusal as she opened the door—her voice a roar, raw with need. “No!” she shouted, a vivid cry shattering the truck’s stillness—her eyes blazing, vivid with a mother’s wrath—...

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