Prayer of the Hunted

THE MORNING AFTER

~SIENNA POV~

I wake to sunlight and panic.

For a second, I don't know where I am. Then it all rushes back, the stabbing, the blood, the escape.

I am on a bus. We have stopped. I sit up, looking around wildly. My hand goes to my stomach instinctively.

"Lagos," the bus driver calls out. "Twenty-minute stop."

Lagos in Portugal. We made it across the border. I am out of Spain.

I stum