Jace stared at Wiona, his whole face lighting up with shock and relief. He didn’t say a word. He just followed her off the main road, trusting her lead.
Wiona had already noticed a small stream nearby as she approached. There was a culvert under a bridge, with thick weeds growing beneath it, perfect for hiding. But she knew too well that if they vanished from the road, their pursuers would probably guess they were under that bridge. So, instead of stopping there, she hurried them through the culvert to the other side of the highway.
On the other side, the world opened up into endless farmland. The land was flat and wide, nothing but empty fields dotted with a few scarecrows and the occasional straw hut. No real place to hide.
They barely had a moment to search for shelter before the sound of footsteps echoed behind them. Their pursuers had stopped the car. Clearly, they’d figured out Jace had taken a shortcut.
Wiona scanned the fields, her anxiety rising, until her gaze dropped to Jace’s feet.
“Take off your shoes,” she ordered.
Jace blinked at her. “Are you serious? How am I supposed to walk?”
She shot him a look. “Pick. Walk or survive. Take them off.”
He hesitated, then forced himself to pull off his shoes, biting back a groan as the cold, sharp stones dug into his bare feet.
Wiona rolled her eyes, grabbed one shoe, and tossed it next to a scarecrow. With effort, she hurled the other one farther away. Then she motioned for him to follow and led him to a patch of weeds and rocks near the highway embankment. It wasn’t exactly a great hiding spot, but they didn’t have time to be choosy. They just had to hope to stall for a bit longer.
“Get down,” she whispered.
Jace tried to crouch, awkward and off-balance, clutching Grandma Grace while wincing with every step on the rough ground. He had never suffered like this before. But right now, he just did whatever Wiona said. In the middle of the dark night, with danger everywhere, her help felt like a miracle. He couldn’t look away from her, even for a second.
“We’re staying here? Won’t they find us?” Jace asked, barely above a whisper.
“Where else do you want to hide?” she shot back. “Just stay low and see what happens.”
Wiona figured sometimes the most obvious spots were the last places anyone checked.
They held their breath, watching as a group of men in black swept out into the field.
“We checked under the bridge. No sign of them.”
“This place is huge. Where could they have gone?”
“Keep looking. We don’t quit until we find them.”
“They’re not stupid. They wouldn’t hide somewhere obvious…”
“Wait, what’s this?”


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