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The cold air stung my lungs with every breath as I sprinted down the empty street toward Ethan's place. Each exhale burst into frantic white clouds that hung in the wintry night like ghosts I couldn't escape. My sneakers slapped against the wet pavement, the noise echoing too loudly in the quiet neighborhood.
My thoughts kept spiraling back to the study, Keith's calm voice saying the motel had been "handled," the casual way he referred to Ethan as if he was just some minor inconvenience that could be sorted later. Each step felt heavier, weighed down by the sickening certainty that had settled in my chest the moment I slipped out of the house without a second glance.
