Sara gripped the wheel as the car sped down the deserted highway, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Her thoughts were laser-focused. Every mile she put between herself and that crumbling cabin felt like a victory, a step closer to what she needed—revenge, closure, freedom.
The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the pavement, but Sara didn’t feel the fatigue from the sleepless nights in the woods or the constant tension that gripped her muscles. There was no room for exhaustion, no time to rest. She had been preparing for this moment since the day they locked her up.
She thought of Alex. Perfect, self-righteous Alex. He had played the hero, but Sara knew the truth. He had betrayed her, turned her life upside down. And Julie—pathetic, fragile Julie—had been the perfect pawn in Alex’s game. Sara had trusted him once, had even loved him, but now all she felt was a burning hatred that consumed her every thought.