I stared at the text. My blood went cold.
David glanced at me. "What?"
"Nothing. Wrong number." I slipped the phone in my pocket. Didn't want to worry him. Not now. Not with Mom right there.
We drove through the night. Mom fell asleep in the passenger seat, her head against the window. David focused on the road. I watched the city lights fade behind us.
The safe house was a cabin in the woods. Two hours from the city. No neighbors. No cell service except a booster Julian had installed. A generator for power. Wood stove for heat.
It was rustic. But it was safe.
We pulled up around 3 AM. Anna's car was already there. She stood on the porch, a rifle slung over her shoulder, watching the tree line.
"Any trouble?" David asked as we got out.
"Quiet. Too quiet." She looked at my mother, s
