We all pile up into the van, settle into our seats and lock the doors, looking around to make sure we weren’t followed.
“What do we do now?” Alexia asks, turning in her seat.
“I don’t want to rush off. We were celebrating. What if we take this back to the shelter. We can grab a trash can and garbage bags along the way,” I tell her.
“What about Alexander?” Julian asks from the back.
“We’re going to lose him of course. I haven’t seen him come out and if we’re going to the store to pick stuff up then he won’t have a clue as to where we are,” Alexia says, turning to face the wheel.
“That’s right. Alexia is an awesome driver. We’ll get out of here in no time and he won’t have a chance to catch up,” Rose says, smiling over at Alexia.
“Sissy I’m scared,” Molly says reaching her hand out for
