The escape was anything but clean. The moon hung low in the sky as Jessica sped through winding roads, her grip tight on the steering wheel. Broken glass littered the backseat where the bullets had shattered the rear windshield, and the cold wind whipped into the car. Alvaro whimpered softly in Nanna’s arms, his cries barely audible over the pounding of Jessica’s heart.
“They’re gaining on us,” Nanna whispered, her voice trembling as she turned to look out the back window. The headlights of Armando’s SUVs loomed in the distance, like predators hunting their prey.
Jessica gritted her teeth, pressing harder on the accelerator. The car jolted as it hit a pothole, but she didn’t let up. “Hold on to him tightly, Nanna. We’re not stopping.”
Her mind raced as she tried to calculate their next
