As we're driving back to the warehouse, I remain silent, thinking about my parents and their whereabouts. I can't help but picture them hurt, the image of the blood in their bedroom stained inside my mind. I don't think I'll ever be rid of that image and the feeling of fear that followed it right after.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Woody says softly, turning to look at me. I shuffle in the passenger seat, rotating my body slowly to look at him.
"I'm thinking about my parents. . . The kind of life they lived before I was born. They experienced danger twice the amount that I have in the last few weeks and that must be terrifying." I say quietly, turning to focus my gaze on the streets whizzing past me in the window.
"It's left an impression on you, hasn't it? Everything you've been through
