Short-lived comfort

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Wrapping Milo snugly in her scarf, Lilly stepped outside. He clung tightly, aware of the danger. She scanned the street. The Jeep wasn’t there—relief washed over her.
But the feeling didn’t last. The moment she started her car, the black Jeep appeared again, turning the corner. Her stomach dropped. The chase wasn’t over.
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