For the first hour, no one spoke. The bus was filled with the drone of the engine and the soft rustle of other runaways, other ghosts. Veronique leaned her head on Alexis’s shoulder and finally let out a shaky breath she’d been holding for two years.
“Get back here or I’m calling the cops! You know you’re not allowed to leave the property!” For the first hour, no one spoke
“Last chance to back out,” Veronique murmured, her breath a ghost in the air. “Get back here or I’m calling the cops
The bus hissed to a stop. The three of them moved as one, a small, ragged army. They weren't friends, not in the beginning. They were just three girls who shared a bathroom with a moldy curtain and a terror of the dark hallway. But fear had forged them into something harder. Sisters of the road. The three of them moved as one, a small, ragged army
The bus doors closed with a pneumatic sigh. The engine growled to life.