Chapter 11 - Quick exit.

Libby POV

I’m slow in comparison but I manage to follow Ben and Beth, breaking away when I reach my own caravan.

This was it.

Time to move again.

I cannot be caught.

I rip open the cupboard door under the sink, reaching for my backpack and hoisting it onto my back.

I rush to the fridge, clumsily reaching for bottled water as my adrenaline kicks in. I’ve been planning this for months but now that it is happening…I feel severely unprepared. I just don’t possess that…hunter mindset within me.

“What’s going on?” Anwir is watching me, too cooly, at the steps leading up to my door.

“They will only inspect the others and then move on. Why are you worried?” He turns and I stick my head out the door when I see the blue sirens gathering distance on us…on me.

“Anwir…” I hush him, at the sight of the illegal farm workers starting to run away from the now running police officers in the fields.

This was like a scene from those tv dramas I used to watch. But now I was in one.

I can’t get