Emily’s perspective:

I stare hard at the darkened corner and see Grant step into the light.

“We have to go. We can’t stay. You have to let us go,” I insist.

He holds his hand out and approaches. “Hand me the keys.”

“No.” I turn away and open the door to the vehicle. “Gabby, get in,” I say and look back at her. Austin is holding her close to himself. She is not even giving the slightest struggle. The bay door clicks ...