#Chapter 236: The End of the Road

My heart raced as I watched Bruce stop shoveling, his eyes scanning the barren landscape with a hint of suspicion. He then threw down the shovel, his movements filled with an unsettling urgency that sent a shiver down my spine. "What are you doing, Bruce?" I questioned. A bright light illuminated his twisted features and hope fluttered in my chest. I tried to turn and see who had arrived, but their high beams were blinding. "We're being followed," Bruce snapped, his tone laced with agitation as he scanned the horizon. The panic in his eyes unnerved me. Before I could grasp the situation, a deafening gunshot pierced the air, sending shockwaves through me. My eyes widened in horror as the bullet ricocheted near a car that had stopped behind us, a warning shot aimed in our direction. Without a moment's hesitation, Bruce yanked me out of the car, his grip on my arm like a vice. The cold steel of the gun pressed against my temple, sending a surge of terror coursing through me. I swallow