Chapter Eight
Ty
Ginny hung onto the passenger door of the minivan until her knuckles were white. I couldn’t blame her—she’d never even been in the car with me driving before. And I was driving pretty fast, hoping that we could get out of town before the roads got clogged up with people trying to escape.
The main road out was already jammed with cars. Some were emergency vehicles, some looked full of people. There were a lot of horns honking.
Ginny said in her quiet voice, “We could go that back way. Do you know the way? It’s how Mom takes me to skating practice when it’s rush hour.”
I’d been back there a couple of times, but didn’t really know the way. “Can you give me some directions?”
I heard Ginny draw in a deep breath and sit forward in her seat. I could tell she was funneling a
