Evelyn’s POV

Ryland drove us to a motel, we had no idea where to go, all we knew was that I couldn’t go back so that didn’t leave many options. The motel was one of those ones you find on the highway in the middle of nowhere that looks like something a serial killer used to stalk their victims. The man behind the counter looked like he didn’t get much human interaction, he was awkward and made me feel uncomfortable.

Even after we were inside, I checked the locks and the windows, Ryland shook his head at my paranoia.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I checked the door...