BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle had no idea where she was going or what her feet were doing, but she just kept running.

She had exited through the motel kitchen door just before hearing a huge blast and turning around to witness the motel or little shelter go up in flames.

The sight had stung her so much that she had almost toppled and fallen, but she had regained her composure and started running, with her father and his soldiers hot on her tail.

Brielle hurried, tears streaming down her cheeks, ...