Jamie felt the comfortable heat of the oven. The sweat poured out carrying with it the black stink of vile pasts that till recently had resided in both her girls. She smiled and allowed peace to overcome her.
Lips and Mira had parked the car in a side ditch covering it with branches before setting up booby traps and sight postings. "Mira how long do we have?" Lips asked as he climbed down from the tree. Mira took a sniff and paused stiffly. "Quietly di chuyển to the lều, cabin and grab mom and P.B. we di chuyển now." P.B. had just finished up making the tuna cá sandwiches from the few staples that had been...