I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.
I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.
It was around 4am and headlights roused me from my desperately deep sleep. I felt something rustle in my hair. Disentangling the struggling mouse from my filthy head, I set it free and sat up. The Suburban stopped near our scattered camp, thankfully with the headlights pointing away from me and the driver hopped out, … Continue reading The Underage Prisoner Transfer