The SUV shot forward, tires screeching as Ethan pushed the car to its limits, the trees blurring past in a dizzying rush. The headlights behind us grew closer, brighter, like the gleaming eyes of predators locked onto their prey. My heart raced, every muscle in my body tensed as I clutched Ava tighter, my mind spinning with fear.
Martha sat rigid in the front seat, her hands gripping the dashboard. "How did they find us again?" she whispered, the tremor in her voice betraying the calm she was trying to hold onto.
"They've been tracking us," Ethan said, his voice clipped, his eyes focused on the road. "I thought we lost them, but they must've had backup watching the area."
