"Turn left at the following crossing point," Carla said, her voice consistent notwithstanding the apprehension flowing through her veins. "I know a spot we can go. It's a lodge in the forest. My auntie claims it."
Joanna gestured, her eyes fixed out and about. "Might it be said that you are certain it's protected?"
"More secure than here," Carla answered, looking at the vehicle in the mirror. "Miguel won't remember to look there."
Joanna made the turn, the tires screeching on the asphalt.
As the vehicle sped through the winding woodland streets, the quiet between them was thick with strain.
Joanna's psyche dashed as she attempted to think of an arrangement. She realize that Miguel wouldn't stop until he tracked down them, and she didn't have any idea how long they could remain conceal
