Chapter 13 - Finding Refuge at a Safe Haven in South Carolina
Driving through the dark interstate highways across the state line into South Carolina, my hands finally began to shake.
Noah woke up softly in the passenger seat, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking around the unfamiliar dashboard lights.
“Mommy, where are we going? Are we going to grandma’s house?” my son asked in a tiny, innocent voice.
“No, baby. We’re going somewhere safe where nobody can ever yell at us again,” I promised, kissing his forehead.
I drove straight to my sister Sarah’s house in a quiet suburb outside of Rock Hill, arriving well past midnight.
Sarah opened her front door in her pajamas, gasping when she saw my pale face and the packed duffel bag.
“Elena? What happened? Are you and Noah okay?” my sister asked, pulling us both inside into the warm hallway.
I collapsed onto her living room sofa, finally letting the heavy wall of adrenaline and survival instinct break down.
I handed Sarah the backup flash drive containing every single recording of Ryan and Linda’s malicious plot.
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She listened to the audio clips with widening eyes, her initial shock rapidly turning into cold, protective fury.
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