Kamille's POV
I recoiled from the collision, saved by the airbag I immediately turned behind to my kids. Their faces were white and sullen. And before I knew it, I saw them pass out in front of me.
I immediately turned to the driver and he nodded in understanding. We turned in the direction of the hospital.
I looked over to notice the black sports car chasing the mini van. "Who the hell is that?" I murmured to myself.
But I pushed my worry about who that was and began praying for the safety of my kids. I would never be okay if anything ever happened to them.
Silent tears streamed down my cheeks and in a blurry haze, I dialled Chris's number. He picked almost immediately. I could not even say anything but sob and when I finally did, all I said was "My kids."
I felt numb as thoughts twirled in my mind. Who was that? And why were they after our car? Were they thinking it was Zeke inside? Were they after my kids? Who the fuck were they?