I'm not sure how long we've been riding when I finally wake up, but it's dark outside. I sit up and blink a few times, trying to get my eyes to adjust to my surroundings.
"Did you sleep well?" Brock asks.
I look at him and nod. "Where are we?"
"Just crossed over into Virginia."
"Wow. That far?"
"Yep. You've been speeding almost the whole time, so you've missed a lot," he chuckles.
I look over my shoulder and see Sloan and Robbie sleeping in the back seat. I look back at Brock and frown. "He should hate me now. I don't even know why he's here."
"Hate you? Why on earth would he hate you?" Brock asks.
"Because...my father killed his family."
"Your father did, not you. You didn't even know he was your father until a few hours ago. Why would he blame you?"
I shrug. "I may not ha
