POV: JASMINE
We had to move. There was a tightening in my gut and a pull of dread that refused to loosen.
I didn't trust Alaric. Perhaps he must have followed us last night without us knowing. Or he even had someone do the following. Maybe that was how he got to know our location.
We had left as soon as Cory returned from getting me some new clothes, a toothbrush, toiletries, and little thoughtful things he knew I'd be needing that made me want to cry because he knew without being told.
See why I had to love Cory? He was gentle in ways I didn't know I craved. Attentive in moments most people would overlook. He was so kind, loving, and caring.
The new motel was small, almost tucked away from the world, sitting quietly on the edge of nowhere, and it was really far from the previous one.
Since we moved here, I felt more at peace. It was almost seven PM, and there have been no calls or texts from Alaric yet. Good.
