I drove until the road disappeared.
The smooth pavement of the highway had given way to gravel, and then to dirt. I didn't know where I was going. I just followed Caleb’s instructions: Old logging road. Don't stop.
My hands were shaking so hard I could barely grip the wheel. Every shadow looked like a soldier. Every rustle of leaves sounded like a wolf.
"Dada... Dada..."
Leo’s wails had turned into soft, exhausted hiccups. He was slumped in his car seat, clutching the hem of my shirt that I had tucked around him.
"Shh, baby," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Dada is coming. He’s right behind us."
I was lying. I hadn't seen headlights in the rearview mirror for an hour.
The gas gauge was dropping. We couldn't keep driving forever.
I spotted a narrow track leading off the ma
