The bus stopped at Brighton Park Station, and Amy practically bounced off the steps in excitement. Camellia remained rooted in her seat, staring out the window in deep thought.
“Cami?” Amy called from outside, but Camellia stayed put, anxiety locking her in place.
The journey had been quiet and boring for her. Her mind, clouded with doubt, was pounding on one question: Is this the right choice? Deep down, she knew the past she was running from would catch up with her..... maybe not now, but soon.
After a few seconds of silence, Amy climbed back into the bus and grabbed her hand. “Come on, Cami. We’re here already. I promise.... they won’t find us here.”
As they stepped off the bus and the warm city air brushed her face, Camellia nodded, eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings.
