We pulled up to Grandma Jo's house and relief washed over me like a cool breeze.
We were finally away from all of the chaos.
However, a small part of me was nagging that Grandma Jo's house might not always be safe. Eventually, reporters would figure out that Shana was staying here.
I shook my head, trying to tell myself that I would worry about it when the time came.
But as we parked, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway, and it sent a ripple of unease through me.
I exchanged a glance with Shana, her apprehension mirroring my own.
"Do you know whose car that is?" I asked, my voice low with concern.
Shana shook her head, her eyes fixed on the figure emerging from the car. "No... I've never seen it before."
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