Please help me
“Where are you going in the middle of the night?”
The driver’s voice was low, gravelly, and thick with suspicion as Tessa sat frozen in the passenger seat of the dented pickup truck. Her lips trembled as she tried to form words, her chest still rising and falling from the desperate sprint she’d taken down the dark Pinewood road.
“I—I need to get to the city,” she whispered, her throat hoarse, her body trembling. “Please, sir, my babies…they’re waiting for me. I just need to get away from here.”
The man grunted, shifting the gear, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as though she hadn’t spoken at all. His silence pressed down on her, heavy, unsettling. Tessa swallowed hard, forcing herself to speak louder, desperate to be heard.
“You don’t understand. I’ve been trapped. My
