Young Forever By Bts Novels & Stories

"The sun is down. The roads are clear now." "Mama, please," I pleaded, my voice thin and high. "Let me stay. Let me call Mr. Adebayo. We can hide." She grabbed my hands, her grip surprisingly strong. "No. No calls. No staying. Only moving." She looked toward the small, wooden cot where my brother lay sleeping. "You are taking Kian." Kian, 14 years old, curled up tight with his arm draped over a threadbare stuffed lion. The sight of him, innocent and trusting, was a blade twist in my gut.