I peered into the front seat of the minivan, just to be sure I was correct, and grinned. To the left of the vehicles was a surprisingly tall man with cinnamon-colored hair and a golden hue to his skin, like it was glowing from just under the surface. His posture was tense as he stood with arms outstretched, appearing as though he were lifting an unimaginable weight that no one else could see.
“You can let them go. I know them,” I whispered, hoping he would relax before he gave himself an apoplexy.
Sparing me a quick glance, but nothing further, he maintained his death stare at the cars. As I was about to speak, my dad touched my shoulder, which caused me to jump. As he looked from me to the cars and back, I noticed the crease between his brows increasing.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
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