Chapter TwentyThere she is, peeking out at us through the open gap into the trunk. Mascara smudges and streaks down her face. Her over-sprayed hair is matted to the side she has been laying on. Her body trembles with fear. Her breaths are panicked, short and shallow, lifting her chest and shaking her chin.
“Mom?” I ask. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She forces. “I don't do well in small spaces.”
Brock hollers back to her. “Climb out, Evelyn, but stay down.” His once uppity voice is replaced with a deep command. “Markie and Kam, you're going to have to sit back in your seats, and fast. That officer is passing cars to catch back up to us. He's going to be able to see into the car with his headlights.”
We move quickly. I know I should be fighting the situation. I should be climbing over the seat
