CHAPTER 33 - Rachel

It was like falling into a fairy tale. I don't know how else to describe the little village where my Triple A's were raised. Sheep grazed in the fields, often getting into the road so that we would have to stop until they managed to right themselves and stumble along their way. The dirt roads were bumpy and made the small car jostle as Alden drove at what I could consider a breakneck speed. The guys seemed younger, not that their appearance showed that they were as old as they were. But just...