The twins were an open book, but at least when it came to my father and David Zoe, it seemed like there weren't many pages. We would have to write those missing paragraphs of that part of the story.
For now, as we drove along the interstate, we kept a low profile, moving like any other van would at that time of night, not speeding too much to avoid drawing attention to our haste. Tony and Mel's plan seemed to be working.
After another half-hour on the road, I was starting to get tired. I leaned on Liam's shoulder, and my eyes narrowed as I was pulled from my half-sleep.
Something wasn't right; I could sense it.
Uncertainty settled over me like a dark cloak, enveloping my thoughts and filling my senses with palpable restlessness.
Knowing that we were approaching an unknown danger unle
