A Trunk of Suitcases
“What the hell…” Jake murmured, using his sleeve to clear a patch of window. The car was jammed with suitcases—some sliced open, their contents spilling out in disarray.
Among the scattered items, he recognized both children’s and adults’ belongings: tiny clothes, stuffed toys, toiletries. It was clear this had once belonged to a family.
But something else felt deeply wrong.
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