Cyrus
The summer sun beat at the windows of the Jeep Commander. Sunrise came early. Too early. The first second my brain came into consciousness, I felt peace. I drew in a deep breath and even smiled. The next second, everything came back to me in a rush like a wave crashing onto the beach during a tsunami.
I did a quick scan of my surroundings, my memories hit me—the kidnaping, the escape, and the shotguns.
The horribleness of our situation set in.
I panicked, remembering we were still on the run and now almost out of gas in a crap town in Florida, but then none of that mattered because next I realized that in the night Imogen moved from her position on the other side of the open space to one in between my arms. Calm found me again. She was safe.