The tag she never packed
She had done everything right. A new bag, a route she'd never taken, a friend's address she'd told no one about. He met her at the door of it anyway — calm, smiling, holding the evidence that he always knew. It took a long time to find the small disc tucked into the spare-wheel well of the car they'd once shared, reporting her position every few minutes to an app he'd never deleted. She had changed her phone, her passwords, her locks. She had not thought about the car.