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11: THE PESSIMIST

LISA’S POV

At first, I thought Salvador might have been wrong, but I couldn't dismiss what he said. Looking back at the rearview mirror a few times, I noticed the black van following us.

“Kids, hang on tight,” I said before swerving to the next lane, taking the nearest turn in hopes of losing them. But they were fast on my heels. Trying my best not to scare the kids by going very fast, but to my surprise, they were laughing and screaming, “Faster, go faster!”

It should have alarmed me that my kids weren’t scared as I raced through the streets. However, it was a little comforting, knowing I wouldn't have a crying child while trying to shake off the van behind me.

Glancing at the rearview mirror one more time, the car was far behind, with a motorbike intercepting between us. I managed to make it to the address Stella had sent me earlier.

a part of me wanted to go home, but going home wouldn’t be a perfect option, I don't know why or for how long they have been tailing us. So a crowded s
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