The Great Escape, by David Erdey

I sped off like a getaway driver though I was the one who'd been robbed. I ignored the buzzing phone, their desperate texts, continuing to press my foot down on the pedal, as the gas meter needle kept dropping dangerously low now. Conveniently, a highway sign said "GAS SOON" but was no comfort – I sat in sweat and dread as the gas station got closer, knowing how once I'd stop she would talk me around, the coward in me:

"Turn, drive home – now! What you saw was wrong, somehow. You gotta trust them!"

Two minutes was all she needed.