The Escape
Adrian didn’t hesitate.
He drove.
Fast.
The car behind them slowed—but not enough to feel safe.
Inside the silence, tension built like a storm ready to break.
Finally, Adrian spoke.
“Who are they?”
The boy hesitated.
“I don’t know… but they come when my mom isn’t around.”
That wasn’t coincidence.
That was hunting.
“What’s your name?” Adrian asked.
“…Noah.”
Adrian nodded slowly.
“And your mother?”
A pause.
Then—
“Clara Hayes.”
The name hit like a shockwave.
Adrian’s grip tightened on the wheel.
Because Clara Hayes wasn’t just a name.
She was his past.
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