We stepped out into the storm, the door clicking shut behind us as we ran toward the road.

The snow was falling faster now, burying our tracks as soon as they were made.

And the city of Chicago was waiting for us, dark and silent under the winter sky.

We walked into the white, the wind howling in our ears as we searched for a way back to the streets.

And the secrets we had tried to leave behind were the only things guiding our way.

The road was empty, the trees shaking in the wind like dark giants.

And then, a pair of headlights cut through the white, a car slowing down as it reached the driveway.

The driver rolled down the window, the light revealing his face.

It was Ethan, his clothes torn, his forehead bleeding.

“Get in,” he said, his voice raw.

“I know where they took her.”

I didn’t hesitate. I opened the door and pushed Mary inside, climbing in after her.

Ethan slammed the car into gear, the tires spinning on the ice as we roared back toward the city.