Chapter 3 - The Hunted
I spun around in pure terror and nearly dropped the heavy blue folder.
An airport security guard was standing behind me with a deeply suspicious glare.
He asked if everything was alright and pointed at Leo, who was beginning to fuss.
I forced the most convincing fake smile I could muster and nodded quickly.
I grabbed my bags and practically ran toward the nearest exit doors.
The freezing Canadian air hit my face like a physical blow as I hailed a taxi.
I paid the driver with my last bit of cash and asked him to drop us at a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city.
The motel room smelled like stale cigarette smoke and cheap bleach.
I locked the deadbolt, pulled the flimsy curtains shut, and sat on the edge of the sagging mattress.
Leo looked up at me with big, innocent eyes and asked when Daddy was coming to get us.
My throat tightened painfully as I stroked his soft hair and told him a white lie about Daddy being busy.
I needed to figure out a plan before the authorities tracked my passport data to this location.
I opened the blue folder again to photograph the documents as insurance.
Suddenly, a violent pounding echoed against the thin wooden door of our motel room.
I quietly crept to the door and peered through the scratched peephole.
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Nathan’s sister, Brooke, was standing on the other side of the door.
She was holding a silver handgun pointed directly at the lock.
