KAYLA POINT OF VIEW.

I tightened my grip around my mom’s hand as we got closer to the Silver Creek Pack. We hadn’t spoken a word to each other since the journey began, and honestly, I preferred it that way. Because, there was nothing left to say.

The driver didn’t speak either, his eyes were fixed on the road ahead. Every now and then, he would glance at us through the rearview mirror, probably wondering why a mother and her daughter were in this kind of situation.

I leaned my head ...