Mornings were not bad. Kelly usually left the house before anyone else was awake and she often caught the bus to school if her father was not yet ready to leave. So, leaving the house early that morning did not raise any alarm bells.
She was up, dressed and out the door before the coffee machine even turned on. Brisk steps took her to the bus stop within minutes but before she could jump on the bus, a black Jeep Cherokee she knew very well pulled up next to her and lowered its passenger window.
To be honest she wasn’t shocked. She looked into the car and met Callum’s eyes.
“Your chariot awaits, baby.”
Kelly chuckled, threw a cautious look over her shoulder back in the direction of her home, then quickly jumped into the car.
Seat belt secured, she turned and looked in the back seat. As
