QUINN
“We are leaving. To the car, please!”
Joe said as he held my hands, not waiting even once for a reply from me.
The car drove into a quieter part of the city before slowing in front of a building tucked far enough from the main road to avoid attention. Or so we hoped.
I swallowed around the ache in my throat. “How long will I keep running?” I asked.
Because I was getting tired.
“It’s safe here.”
I had heard that before.
“No, it is not,” my voice cracked. “The motel was situated in a location as hidden as this, but they still managed to find me. Including those two.”
Morrison and Jasper.
Safety was becoming a lie people told me before something terrible happened.
Joe exhaled sharply. “Well, let’s hope they do not find us here.”
I stared out at the window without seeing anyt
