The afternoon stretched over Constance's House. My need to find my children outweighed any hesitation, so even with tension in the air, the only viable option was to go along with Hunter. I stood outside, facing uncertainty alongside Hunter and his driver, waiting for some sign of direction.
“Where are we going now?” I asked Hunter, searching for any clues in his serious gaze.
“Obviously, we're heading to Seattle,” he replied without hesitation.
I nodded, ready to step away and prepare for the journey. “Then I'll meet you there,” I said, turning towards my car.
Surprisingly, Hunter joined me, following me to the vehicle. That's when I questioned his intentions. “What are you doing?” I inquired, my curiosity intertwined with caution.
Hunter, with his confident demeanor, casually replie
