Conrad was driving for more than two hours already. Without stopping. It was past eight in the evening, and he cannot find any place to stop over. He turned his gaze to Amberlene who was sleeping soundly in the front seat. He smiled while he focused his eyes on the road, slowly driving, avoiding himself from any road mishaps.
Not only that, but he has planned everything. Likewise, he knew from the very first start that someone will surely find his hideout. But, he never realized that it was Boris who stood up and confronted him in front of his aunt Dolor, and the sleeping one, young master, Amberlene Ayala.
What he has in mind now is to bring her to his hometown, several miles away from Araray. The place where he killed his uncle, Dolor's husband, by burning its house. His aunt never kne
