~ Amara ~
I clutched the handle of my suitcase tighter and scanned the departure board one more time. The numbers blurred for a second, but I blinked hard and found the line for the late bus. I refused to go to Noah’s house first. Gideon would check there right away. He knew my brother was the only person I trusted. I had to stay off the map for a few hours.
I stepped up to the ticket window. The man behind the glass looked bored. He chewed gum and tapped his keyboard.
“One way to the south stop,” I said. My voice came out steady, but my hands shook a little.
He glanced at me. “That’s the cheap route. Ends near the old warehouses. You sure?”
“Yes,” I said. “How much?”
“Twenty-two dollars.”
I slid the cash across the counter. It was from my secret account, the one no one at Moore Cre
