Day Eighty-Three…
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Jane's eyes were fixed on the kidnapper's car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as she pushed their vehicle to its limits. The engine roared, and the scenery blurred as they sped through the industrial area.
Nathan, seated beside her, was readying his gun, eyes narrowed with focus.
"I'm going to shoot their tire," Nathan muttered, his voice a mix of tension and resolve.
"Be careful. I don't want Mia getting hurt. She's inside the car," Jane pleaded, her concentration unbroken. Her foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the speedometer climbing steadily.
Ethan, strapped in the back seat, clung to his seatbelt, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and admiration for Jane and Nathan. It was so rare for him to witness his father and his Mommy Jane work together like this. He felt like they were shooting an action movie.
