The yellow lines on the highway sped by in a blur, and we flew through the night, and we felt free. But we weren't, and we knew it. We were running away from something, and running away was never the path to freedom. I though about telling John to turn back. I though about suggesting to go back and try to clear our names. We had done nothing wrong regardless of the evidence pointing towards us. My husband worked at a company as an engineer. He came across a top secret plan and tried to tell the police. before he could collect enough evidence, he was discovered. His company murdered someone that was in their way and framed my husband. The files that he was collecting were wiped and all signs pointed to him. There was no way to prove his innocence and it left us with no other option than to run. To anyone reading you are now in danger. My husband left some access codes underneath a drawer in his office. It is up to you to collect the evidence and clear my husband's name.
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Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryHighest ranking: #93 of #onepage These short stories are inspired by writing prompts, mostly from Piccadilly. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have writing them, and you may never know if they turn out to inspire my next book!
