Chapter 35: The Gun’s Shadow

Tim sat in Jack’s truck, gravel crunching as they pulled off the road, the gun’s glint—“Just in case,” Jack’s grin—still burning in his head. Four months behind bars—bruises dark, arm patched, ribs sore—freedom felt off, Jack’s grip tight, “stick with me” heavy. He tugged his hair, sticky with sw...

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