Emma
The car hasn't stopped in what feels like an hour. Brandon drops his hand for me and leans back in his seat.
“You should really relax. “ Brandon says, casually. I look through the window. We are very far from the city and all I can see outside is the road and the trees surrounding us. It's so dark and cold. Snow is approaching.
“Where are we going?” I ask, not sure if I really want to hear the answer.
“What difference does it make?” Brandon asks. And that’s another question I cannot answer. Or I do, I just don’t want to. It doesn’t matter where we are going. The chances for James to find me are slim.
After a while, the car stops. I get out and the air here smells different. It smells like … earth. We are in a forest, with pinecones and snow.
“Come on,” Brandon grabs me and
