We’re still navigating the highway; heading to the airport since the car chase had taken us further away from the location. I’ve been worrying that we might miss the flight, but Natalia assures me nonstop that we’ll get there in perfect timing.
I’ve managed to throw on a green t-shirt and slip into a black skirt. For preventive measures, I’ve slapped on a black baseball cap that eclipses my face.
Although if any of my father’s men were to spot us, the car is the first dead giveaway. I don’t miss the wild looks people in other cars give us as we zoom by. I hope we don’t encounter a police patrol car. I’m not physically or mentally equipped to handle another frenzied car chase.
Natalia’s Highway To Hell ringtone blares.
“Can you get that for me, Fio?” She requests, eyes set on the road a
