They were driving east.
"Dad, I need a pit stop," Delia said, a desperate look in her eyes.
"We just made one," he griped. "Can you hold out another hour or so?"
"Just pull the hell over," she said. "Just pull over on the shoulder."
He begrudgingly pulled over and she hurried out of the back seat. Alden got out of the car after her and held her hair back as she emptied her stomach onto the grass by the side of the road. Collin put the hazards on and got out as well.
"What's wrong? Is she sick?" He asked as she stood back up straight.
She shook her head and said, "I need a napkin or a towel or something."
Alden rushed back to the car and found w napkin in the glove compartment. When he brought it back, Collin swung his fist and punched him straight in the face.
When Alden woke up, they were back on the road. Delia was now in the front seat and Alden was sprawled out across the back. He sat up, his head aching.
"You two are both stupid and irresponsible," Collin scolded them. "Alden, I told you specifically not to let this happen."
"Oh, come on dad. It's not as if we were trying," Delia had her arms crossed.
"Apparently you weren't working to avoid it either," he sighed. "I should have punched you harder, kid."
Delia turned in her seat to check on him, her eyes raw and wet with tears.
"You alright?" She asked.
"If your mother were here..."
"She'd hug me. Maybe say congratulations. Definitely try to keep me from feeling scared, because I'm definitely scared."
"You have shown me nothing but animosity since I showed up," Collin noted. "Why?"
"The first we hear from you in three years, you show up bleeding and scaring us out of our home. Then, you go and punch my husband. You pushed us into that situation, you know. You had those documents forged and you gave us the keys to that house. You've also forced us to leave Lilly by herself."
"Look, I'm sorry. But, I'm just doing the best I can to keep you safe."
"That's all you ever do anymore."
"It's all I can do."
"No, it's not," she said. "You're my dad. You do so much more than that. You used to talk to me. What's with all of this cloak and dagger? You haven't even told us where we're going."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry."
He made eye contact with Alden in the rear view mirror.
"I'm not sorry for what I did to you, though," he frowned. "We still have too many questions about you, and now you're creating progeny. Someone is after you because of your genetics. What do you think they'll do to your children? I thought you'd understand this."
"If I'm the product of an experiment, do you think it'll be hereditary?" He hadn't thought as much about it as maybe he should have.
"Do you think that will matter to these people?" Collin asked.
"I'm still not clear who we're up against," Delia interrupted. "But I don't care. We'll win. We'll stop them, and we'll win."