"Where are we going?" Asher asked his mother. They were walking briskly, and he had to keep up with her pace.
The only thing Maria had on her was a small bag which she clutched tightly to her side. Asher eyed it, noting the shape of its contents—it had to be stacks of cash. He knew where his father kept his stashes, and it seemed his mother did too. She hadn't packed any clothes which could only mean this was sudden and desperate.
"I don't know," Maria answered hurriedly, if not anxiously. "But it has to be anywhere other than here."
Asher could hear her heartbeat; it was pounding fast. His own pulse was picking up speed too. He knew what this was, they were trying to escape from his father. Even without being told, he understood how deadly this could turn out if it went awry. If Henry found them, he would punish the life out of him.
"Stick close," Maria warned, pulling him in tight against her side.
