They were supposed to be getting away from it all — just the two of them, driving down empty roads with no destination, only freedom. The sun was setting behind the hills when she first noticed it: a black car in the rearview mirror.
At first, it seemed like nothing. Just another traveler on the road. But every turn they made, the black car followed. Every stoplight, every gas station — it was always there, never too close, but never too far.
They tried taking side roads. It followed.
They drove in circles. Still there.
What started as a relaxing trip was quickly turning into a nightmare.
Who was driving that car?
And what did they want?
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