Late into the night, I buckled my sons into their carseats and climbed into the back seat with them while Kayne and Kya took the front seats. We all gave each other looks, all silently praying we would make it safely to our destination. It was terrifying, and looking at my sleeping children made it even worse. I could never live with myself if something happened to them. I was worried for Makayla, who had just unexpectedly given birth to a new daughter in the car. She now had to pack up their life, and leave the home she had raised her family in. I hoped she was feeling well. We drove mostly silently into the night. We stopped ones, to feed the kids when they woke, in a well-lit area with a lot of humans around to make it almost impossible to attack us. I slowly began to realize, thoug

