Chapter Fifty-Five.

The wooden doors to the cabin was slammed shut against its metal hinges and Colton ran his hands through his wet hair—he'd only just had his first shower in days and had slipped into his red t-shirt and cargo shorts.

Samantha was seated across the table from Hazel, with whom she plotted out the next step of the grand plan after almost being hunted down by the police and forced to move several kilometers away into this cabin that Colton somehow had his name on.

His eyes darted around the room before Samantha rested back into the chair. It was obvious he was troubled and Hazel might have had an idea why.

"She's still not eating?" She asked, the 'she' in question being the six year old Emily Evans and Colton let out a tired sigh. "It is the both of them now, i've tried everything i could. They don't seem to hungry—ever since Ryan came back and Emily got the idea that her mother might have come after her" She shrugged his shoulders with a brittle smirk.

"You know she's smart. I always ta