Traitor

Cinnia had just stepped out of the stuffy room she acquired for the night, for some fresh air when she noticed the deep blue Ford Fiesta parked across the road.

She had seen the small vehicle when she arrived at the motel but paid no attention to it.

However, when she saw it was still there three hours after her entry into the motel's surprisingly spacious parking lot, partly hidden in the darkness of the star-studded night sky, she became increasingly suspicious.

She still couldn't see who was in the car after many attempts at squinting but her instincts told her that it wasn't empty. Years of running had made her doubtful of cars lingering around wherever she was for too long.

'Denzel couldn't have followed me, could he?' She wondered.

Pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her dress, Cinnia placed one in her mouth and was about to light it when she remembered that she was pregnant.

Despite the nagging temptation to get rid of the child and render the witches' pla