Maya's POV 

We’re almost at Red Crescent, and I couldn’t be more relieved. The tension in the car was unbearable, none of us had said a word in miles. Once we picked up the rental car, Lauren took the lead, guiding us toward our destination. She had used her mother’s credit card to rent it, and luckily, she looked enough like her to pass without raising suspicion.

Coming here was a smart move on Lauren’s part. We’d all heard about the attack five years ago; how the ...