Lyla’s pov
The car's engine hummed steadily beneath me, and the repetitive purring of the tyres on the road did little to calm the storm in my chest. I sat in the back seat of Thompson's car, staring out the window as the passing scenery blurred into an indistinct tangle of colours.
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