"Do you know exactly where we're heading?" I asked the girl next to me.
"According to the location Joe sent me from tracking her car, I guess we're on the right track yeah."
I turned my gaze back to look at the window, forming all different scenarios that would play out.
I have decided to enter the place, whatever it was, stealthily and if lucky, get my son to safety before handling Jasmine one on one.
I tried hard. I really did. But I couldn't for the life of me was I able to understand why she was doing this.
Jasmine has always been the sweet one. The sunshine of the group. And never once where we on bad terms in any way.
We spoke a lot. Travelled together and had plenty of sleepovers. Never once did she show any kind of harmful, psychotic behaviour.
But this....this is not normal
