"What am I going to do?" Amanda thought, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach. "Should I tell Charles to drive faster? What if we get into an accident because of the speed and something worse happens?"
"If I tell Charles that certain people are after my life and my daughter's, will he be able to protect us?" Amanda asked inwardly, her eyes filled with horror as the car behind them seemed closer.
"Wouldn't it be risky to get him involved? I don't want him to die like Mr Turner. Poor Mr. Turner," She lamented, her hands nervously clenched her gown. Her sweaty palms and fingers dug into the fabric.
"I can't let that car catch up with us. I have to make Charles divert somehow,"
She turned to Charles, who was already staring at her.
"You are shaking," He commented, noticing how he
