The town loomed ahead, a sprawling maze of lights and shadows that felt as suffocating as the woods had been isolating. Sophia sat in the backseat of Micah’s battered SUV, her eyes fixed at the remote skyline. Beside her, James was quiet, his face faded however resolute.
Micah glanced at her through the rearview reflect. “Once we’re in, we’ll have to move speedy. The safe house received it being undefended for lengthy.”
Sophia nodded, her palms gripping the journal tightly. It had emerged as her lifeline and her burden, a key to justice and a magnet for hazard.
“You’re sure about this?” her uncle requested from the passenger seat.
“No,” Sophia admitted. “But it’s the most effective chance we've had.”
They parked some blocks away, leaving the SUV in an alley where it wouldn’t
