*Rose*

“Stop!” I shout at the driver again, and he practically slams on the brakes, sending Shelby and me flying forward against our seat belts. I don’t have time to think about whether or not it hurts as I open the car door and have a look around.

Shelby is out of the vehicle, too. “Rose? What’s going on?” she asks me. “Why did you have us stop right here in the middle of nowhere?”

I can’t explain to her why I needed the car to stop right here, but I smell something. It’s a very faint hint of something that reminds me of the babies. I’m not sure if...