Camilla’s POV

As the driver pushed the SUV to its limits, its tires screeched as it drove down the pitch-black road. Lawrence's tense face was highlighted by the dashboard's dim lighting. Her little body shook against me as I held Mira close to my chest. Her tear-streaked face buried itself in my shoulder as her small hands clutched my shirt.

She whimpered, "Mommy." "I'm afraid."

I stroked her hair while whispering, "Shh, baby." "Everything will be alright. Daddy has us.

However, my own ...