Chapter 11
Heaven jerked the front door open and ran onto the porch. Layne’s energy pulled at her. It originated past the garage to the spot where the driveway curved downhill. Her feet barely touched each step as she raced down them and across the pavement. She hadn’t run this fast since the night in Cleveland when the local reporters were chasing them.
Her shoes thumped against the concrete. The sound tipped off Layne, and he quickened his pace.
“Layne, wait! Please.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, he darted into the woods that bordered Highland Avenue. The moment he disappeared, her heart sank. She continued onward, using the trees to pivot herself farther into the woods. The sun’s last remnants glowed in the distance. It waned each second she pursued him, weaving between the trees and
