Chapter 30: A Row to Call

The headlights grew closer, the hum of the engine a small comfort against the chaos of the night. I tightened my grip on Reid’s hand, praying whoever was behind the wheel wasn’t another threat.  

“Stay behind me,” I whispered, stepping onto the road as the car rolled to a stop.  

Precious clung to Reid, her wide eyes darting nervously. The driver’s side window rolled down, revealing an older man with kind eyes and a furrowed brow.  

“You folks look like you’ve been through hell,” he said, his voice gruff but concerned. “What’s going on here?”  what do we do to get help, I think...