Mama told me never to stop at gas stations at night, but I’ve been driving for hours, it’s the first sign of civilization in miles, and I really, really have to pee.
“In and out,” I encourage myself as I wiggle in place until my bladder calms down. Then I dash inside, hurry past what I presume is the attendant behind the front counter, and into the bathroom at the back of the store.
Immediately I’m greeted by a knife to the throat.
“I didn’t see anything!” I shriek. My mind is on the warm sensation spreading down my leg.
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