William’s car was parked just beyond the tarmac. We barely made it before he threw open the door, helping my mother inside. I scrambled into the passenger seat, breathless, my heart hammering.
“Go,” I choked out.
William didn’t need to be told twice.
Tires screeched against the pavement as we sped away, headlights slicing through the darkness. The hangar shrank behind us, but I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close.
I turned to William, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “Are you okay?”
His jaw clenched. “I’ve been shot, Emerald.”
I swallowed hard, guilt twisting in my gut. He was bleeding through his shirt, but he hadn’t once slowed down.
I reached for my phone. “Aunt Marie, are you safe?”
Her voice crackled over the line. “I’m fine Emerald—” She said
I stared at the lette
