I checked my rearview mirror every thirty seconds. Clara was sitting perfectly still. She wasn’t looking out the window. She was just staring straight ahead. Her hands were clasped tightly … Continue reading PART-4: The Safe House The drive to my house took twenty minutes. I didn’t take the main roads. I took the back routes. I drove through the industrial park. I drove through the old residential neighborhoods.
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