Under normal circumstances, neither Tyler nor Michelle would ever think of sneaking out of the house at night while their mom was asleep. It simply wasn't their style. Then again, their current circumstances were far from normal.

His eyes fixed grimly on the road ahead, Tyler held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip that matched the clenching of his jaw and the general tension of his body. It took all of his willpower to keep driving at an acceptable cruising speed, since every fiber of his being was screaming for him to just go pedal to the metal and get to Gabby's house as fast as possible. Indeed, the...