Traveling from Atlanta to Washington such a long distance, most people would generally choose to fly.
But Melody was different.
She had to take her daughter to Washington to see Alex, and flying was definitely not an option.
And taking the train was no safer; anything could happen.
Melody held her daughter's hand, dragging the suitcase, and walked toward the garage ahead.
Therefore, the best way was to drive there.
Melody put the suitcase into the trunk of the car, then had her daughter sit in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.
"Sit tight, Melias," Melody emphasized, "Never unbuckle your seat belt, understand?"
Her daughter Melias nodded.
Then Melody got into the car, checked the map navigation on her phone again, and started the engine to set off.
Destination... Washington, D.C.
...
However, the car had not been driven even a kilometer when it suddenly stopped moving.
"Could it be..."
