Chapter 16
The Things We Never Said
They ran until Ethan could no longer hear the gunshots.
Branches scratched against his coat as they pushed through the trees behind the old station. Wet grass soaked their shoes. Amara's hand remained locked around his, and his mother's footsteps followed close behind.
No one spoke.
There was no time.
They kept moving until the trees opened into a narrow clearing.
An abandoned cottage stood at the edge of it.
Ethan stopped.
His mother nearly ran into him.
"What is this place?"
"My father's old hunting cabin," she whispered.
Ethan stared at her.
"You knew this was here?"
She nodded.
"Nobody comes here anymore."
"Good."
Amara looked behind them.
"Are they following us?"
His mother listened.
Nothing.
Only wind.
"We have a few minutes."
