Chapter 8 - The DriveThe suburban streets were nearly empty.
Streetlights passed over the windshield in slow intervals.
Clara sat in the passenger seat, holding Leo against her.
Eleanor drove with both hands gripping the steering wheel.
Nobody spoke for several minutes.
Then Leo whispered:
“Grandma?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Is Daddy going to find us?”
Eleanor's heart broke.
She looked at him through the rearview mirror.
“Not tonight.”
Clara closed her eyes.
She knew there would be questions.
Police reports.
Court hearings.
Custody battles.
Fear.
But there was also something else now.
Evidence.
A witness.
And someone willing to stand beside them.
Eleanor reached over and placed one hand on Clara's.
“I am sorry.”
Clara stared at her.
“For what?”
“For every time I told you he didn't mean it.”
Clara's eyes filled with tears.
“You didn't know.”
“I should have.”
The car continued through the darkness.
Behind them, the house disappeared around a corner.
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Ahead of them was uncertainty.
But uncertainty was better than fear.
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