Aurora’s POV
My breath locked tight in my throat.
I quickly pulled the woolen hat down over Leo’s head, hiding his face until only the tip of his little nose showed.
“It was just the dashboard light, sir,” I lied, my voice shaking. “The green light from the dials made his eyes look funny.”
Lukeman kept his hands tight on the big steering wheel. He stared ahead at the black road, the wipers slapping back and forth against the wet glass. For three long seconds, the only noise in the truck was the loud rumble of the heavy engine.
He had deep lines around his eyes. He looked like a man who had driven these roads for thirty years and knew how cruel the world could be.
“Girl,” Lukeman said in a rough, quiet voice. “Martha helped my family when we had no food on the table. Whatever you are
