Cyrus

Shit.

Shit.

"Shit. Shit," I mumbled to myself, but from the look on Imogen’s face, she heard.

How in the hell did they find us so soon? Considering we escaped from Florida, it wasn’t a stretch to guess we’d head north, but stopping at the same place as us barely three hours later was too much coincidence. Did the trucker who brought us here tell? But how did they know who to tell and why? None of it made logical sense. I ...