Chapter Liam

Liam

Jenny was quiet over breakfast. Poppy chattered about the pancakes she wanted at the next diner, about how she dreamed we were driving in a monster truck through the desert, about everything except the thing she was too smart not to know:

That her father wasn’t going to stop.

I didn’t say it out loud, but the clock in my head was ticking faster now.

Forest had texted me twice while Jenny was in the shower. One message was coordinates. The other just said:

He’s ahead of us.

I didn’t tell her. Not yet.

Because Jenny deserved at least one morning where she didn’t have to look over her shoulder.

But I could feel it coming.

The storm.

And this time, he was going to hit us head-on.

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