When the bus stopped near the school, Emily got off with the other kids.
But she didn’t go inside.
She stayed by the stop.
And then an old pickup truck rolled up to the curb.
Emily didn’t hesitate. She opened the passenger door and got in like she’d done it a hundred times.
For a second, I couldn’t breathe.
My hand hovered over my phone.
Should I call the police?
What would I even say? That my teenage daughter got into a truck?
Maybe I was overreacting.
But she was supposed to be in school.
My hands were shaking as I pulled out and followed them.
I kept telling myself I would call if they turned somewhere they shouldn’t.
I followed the pickup, and when they finally stopped, I saw who was behind the wheel
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