He held a weapon in one hand and a map in the other.

“I’m sorry for everything, Morgan.”

“But we’re going to get our daughter back.”

The van skidded onto the main highway, the lights of the base fading in the rear window.

The chase was on.

And for the first time, Daniel was standing beside me.

I looked at the map in his hand, the red line tracing a path toward the northern border.

“She’s at the cabin,” Daniel said.

“The one my mother bought last year.”

“It’s not on any official record.”

I nodded, my resolve hardening.

“We have two hours before they block the roads,” I said.

“Drive.”

The engine roared as we sped into the night, the storm finally starting to clear.

The stars began to appear through the clouds, cold and distant.

We were heading into the unknown.

But I had my husband’s help, my father’s legacy, and the truth on my side.

The road stretched ahead, a narrow ribbon of gray in the dark.

I watched the digital clock on the dashboard tick down.

Each minute brought us closer to the cabin.