Chapter 11

The clock ticked slowly and Daniella tapped her foot nervously. Today was January second, the day they were suppose to see her families grave. The graves she hasn't ever seen. After all she was to busy running for her life, never staying in a place to long.

"What's wrong?" Alexander asked, an eyebrow raised as he removed his eyes from the window. The driver turn up the music a little purposely blocking out their conversation.

"Nothing. I'm just not good with graveyards." Daniella...