Chapter 5

• I glance at Peter. He’s looking past me out the window, watching as we approach our new home. Sensing my gaze, he turns to meet my eyes, his expression unreadable.
• “You ready?” I ask, my voice steady despite the knot forming in my stomach. “We’re almost there.”
• Before he can answer, the bus lurches to a stop, the sudden motion jolting us forward. The driver wastes no time in opening the double doors and barking at us to get out.