“If we call for help now, they’re as likely to kill us as to rescue us. As it stands, the only thing you can do for her is survive.” Foster’s hand spasmed, and he looked away, massaging his twitching fingers as his mind searched for alternative solutions. His dad leaned forward, his expression softening. “From what I’ve heard of her, that girl can take care of herself. And she has plenty of help. If anyone can make it out of this, it’s her.”
