My mother was already looking past me, her eyes going wide. Her face had the look of pure animal fear, stripped of everything else, I grabbed her wrist, pulled her out of her terror and said one word:
"Run."
She ran.
We went off the path into the dark grass, the sound of the sea to our left keeping us from the cliff edge. My hand locked around her wrist, her breath was loud beside me, the footsteps behind us was faster now, not bothering to be quiet anymore.
"The car," I said, "straight to the car—"
"I can't—"
"Mom, run."
She ran harder than the first time, I'd never seen her run like this before — I've never seen her run at all!
The grass was uneven, wet, and pulling at our feet, the dark absolute and total, no moon, thick cloud, nothing to see by except the faint outline of the r
