Krystal's POV
The drive seemed to last for hours as we left the city lights behind and started climbing into the dark, wooded hills of upstate New York, and every time I looked out the back window I kept searching for the headlights of that silver sedan, but the road stayed empty and black behind us while Alex kept his hands gripped so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles were bone-white in the glow of the dashboard.
We finally turned off onto a dirt path that was hidden behind a thick line of pine trees and pulled up in front of a small stone house that looked like it hadn't been lived in for years, and as Alex killed the engine the silence of the woods felt almost heavier than the noise of the city we had just escaped from.
"It’s not much, but my father doesn't even know th
