Fear Starts to Take Over
Martin ran back outside, scanning the road, shouting her name into the wet night air. Only the echo answered. He dialed her again—voicemail. His breath grew shallow. His mind raced.
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“What if she got hurt? What if someone stopped? What if she slipped into the woods?” The longer he stood there, the worse the possibilities became. By sunrise, he knew he had no choice. He went to the police.
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