Lola's POV

Morgan started driving again. We left the parking lot and headed somewhere else. I didn't ask where. I just watched the city lights disappear behind us.

After about fifteen minutes, he turned onto a narrow dirt road. Trees closed in on both sides. The headlights made long shadows.

Finally, I saw it. A bridge. Old stone covered in moss. A river ran underneath, black water rushing over rocks.

Morgan parked and got out. I followed.

"This is the border," he said, walking onto the bridge. ...