Apart from a brief trip to a clinic in West Virginia—resulting in eighteen stitches for Dakota’s cut hand—the trio only stopped for meals and rest. Kenna functioned like a robot. She took basic commands, such as when to eat, where to sleep, and what to wear, but otherwise, she barely spoke or interacted with them. When she did talk, it was in monotones. She didn’t even cry very much. It seemed she preferred to numb herself to what happened.
Dakota couldn’t blame her. Terrell found the murders all too terrible to deal with, and he was a grown man. And a one-time killer.
For their part, the two took a hit as a couple. Terrell seemed emotionally and physically exhausted all the time. Taking care of Kenna became a full-time job, and he always looked on the verge of a breakdown. On top of it
