We split up and I race for my bike to make the quick drive home. From outside I can hear Mom and Dad arguing. Dammit, I forgot about this dilemma. With a sigh, I get off my bike and walk straight to the argument.
“I can’t deal with this, Dave,” Mom shouts. “We have to leave, now. I cannot risk my family being slaughtered like pigs. Not again.”
“We can’t run, Mom, not anymore,” I say it loud without hesitation. “William might have his suspicions, but he has no proof. If we run now, he’ll have enough proof to hunt us until he dies. Or until he kills us. Is that the kind of life you want for Emily? I know this is bad and I know you fear the worst, but we must stand up to him. Somebody does.”
“Why us?” she shouts. “Why do we have to be the ones to stand up to him and risk everything? I’ve l
