Zoella’s POV
It was 1 a.m., and instead of sleeping, we were running for our lives.
The night air was thick with fog, the kind that clings to your skin and whispers of danger. Crickets chirped somewhere in the dark, but the rest of the world was too quiet… too watchful.
Even the moon seemed to hide behind the clouds, as if afraid to witness what we were about to do.
Silvan had already stuffed the car with bags, water, and food.
Everything was ready.
Except my mother. She was still inside, clutching boxes of gold like they were her newborns.
Tired of waiting in the damp cold beside Silvan, I slipped back into the house.
“Mother,” I hissed, spotting her shoving another gold necklace into the suitcase. “We’re supposed to run, not open a jewelry shop!”
She didn’t look up.
“You don’t
