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“Of course,” Anya muttered, turning the key. The engine responded with a dry, rattling click . Dead. Not just tired—dead.

Then she did something else. She took a picture of the empty, darkening road with her phone. It was a useless picture—no signal to send it—but it was a record. A reminder that this moment was real. anya olsen in car