Elizabeth tried to tell herself that leaving Elle was the best chance she could give her of survival. There was nothing she could do to help there, and she wouldn’t be able to give her the help she needed even without the threat of Connie showing up. If she could get to a car, or a phone, she could get Elle some actual help.
She was trying her best to remain silent as she walked around the set. It was eerily quiet, and she was afraid of the lengthening shadows as the last beams of the sun started to fade from the sky.
She got to where the bus had left them, but there were no other vehicles there.
She looked back at the trailer and wondered whether she was doing the right thing after all, but something inside her forced her to carry on. It wasn’t something she had experienced before - th
