BRIANNA’S POV
I stared at my phone. My heart pounded as I tried to decipher the cryptic message. Before I could process it further, my father snatched the phone from my grip. His brows furrowed as he read the message.
"Who the hell is sending you this?" he demanded "And why should we be worried?"
I swallowed hard. "Dad, it’s nothing. Probably just a mistake."
His eyes, dark with frustration, locked onto mine. "You really think I’m that naïve? This isn’t just ‘nothing,’ Brianna. We’ve been on the run for days now, and every little thing matters. If they’ve found us—"
"They haven’t!" I shot back, clenching my fists. "It’s just a message. There’s no proof that anyone is closing in. We don’t need to leave again!"
My father exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I won’t take t
