The Officers disappeared behind us, and luckily there were none waiting at Kyer’s. “Let me run in and grab my bag,” he told me, eyeing my haversack.
“Do you really think we have time?” I asked, nervous. I kept looking back over my shoulder, sure we were being followed, though I had seen the Officers go inside my house. Still, how long would they be in there? How long before my parents told them I wasn’t there, and they realized I wasn’t at Brin’s, either?
How long until they came after us?
“I already have some clothes tucked in it,” Kyer told me. “Let me get it and I’ll be right back.”
I jostled my bag. “I packed some food, too. Hurry.”
He nodded, then kissed me, a hard promise. “Stay here.”
Each second that passed was excruciating. I kept my back against the wall, looking right, the
