Warzone

“You can’t be serious!” Jaxson exclaimed as he paced back and forth through their house. Morning had come and night was back again, yet both his expression and his resolve hadn't changed for a second. He was clearly fatigued but he hadn't sat down to catch his breath either. “We’ve been running for years and you’re planning to return over a few insignificant deaths?”

“They’re not insignificant, Jaxson. I told you this already.” Denise sighed. She was seated on the bed with a sleeping Trey in her arms. Her face had become deathly pale and her body had lost almost all its strength. She hadn’t even tried to get some sleep, because she knew she wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

Her decision was rash and nonsensical as Jack said and truthfully, she didn’t know what she was going to do. But running wasn’t an option for her…not anymore. She couldn’t bear to do it.

“Okay, you feel guilty? Fine. So, we could send them a letter instead, right? We’ll tell them you’re perfectly fine and that you h