The rain kept pouring harder.
Ava drove fast, but his grip on the wheel was steady; the tires splashed through puddles on the uneven road.
Celeste kept glancing back nervously-the white Volkswagen was tailing them hard and almost rammed into them a few times.
"Ella, it's okay, don't be scared."
She wrapped her arms tighter around the little girl. "Once we reach the military base, we'll be safe."
"They're after me, aren't they?" Ella peeked over Celeste's shoulder, her tiny face scrunched up with worry.
Before Celeste could say anything, she mumbled again, "I know it. They're here for me. That's how they got Snow last time when she tried to run."
"Snow?" Celeste blinked in surprise. If she remembered correctly, the other adopted girl by Mr. Marlow was named Snow Marlo
