Davina's POV
I had no idea how long we'd been trapped inside that van.
Time became a haze of suffocating darkness. All I could hear was our ragged breathing, Mom's muffled sobs, my sisters' stifled whimpers. Even Chase had fallen silent now, his earlier yelling fading to broken murmurs.
Eventually, the terror numbed into hollow emptiness. We'd all screamed ourselves hoarse and pounded the doors until our voices gave out and our fists throbbed.
But nobody came.
The windows were tinted so black that I couldn't make out anything through the thick glass—not even a hint of streetlights or the shadowy outline of passing buildings.
I sat squeezed between Calista and Mom, my arms locked tight around my knees.
My mind kept drifting back to Irvin, and the thought of never seeing him again cut deeper than anything else.
My stomach clenched violently. What if this was the end?
What if I'd never see him again?
Without warning, the van lurched to a halt.
