#Chapter 137 Chasing the Caravan

Jane I can’t lose them. I can’t. When was the last time I held them? Kissed them? What were the last words I said to them? Do they know how close I am? Do they know how hard I’m trying to rescue them? I would give anything to have them safely home. I would gladly trade my own life for theirs, though I hope it won’t come to that. The pain comes and goes in waves, which is something of a blessing. Just when it becomes so overwhelming that I think it will crush me completely, it ebbs away, replaced with a yawning emptiness that leaves me hollow but not miserable. We took action immediately when we learned about the pups new destination, but I fear it won’t be enough. We left Sophie and her brother with Thomas and Mary, and jumped in the car, only stopping for petrol . My eyes are so sore from searching the road and surrounding forests, but that’s about to be the least of my problems. “I think I’m going to be sick.” I choke, looking around the car. We’re speeding down the King’