CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT GETTING THE VIDEO

~MAE~ Services at Catholic churches have never been boring, especially since children have their departments where they can stay without disturbing their parents. We were singing the eightieth song in the hymn book when I felt a tap on my shoulders. I immediately turned, and my brows rose in surprise at seeing George. “How. How did you find this place? Didn't you say you'll be coming to pick us up after service?" I questioned all at once in confusion while gazes of people who were definitely attracted by my voice landed on us. “Follow me" George's response wasn't the answer I was expecting to hear, but seeing his panicked expression, I dropped the hymn book immediately and grabbed my bag. His hand didn't leave my wrist till we got out of the church, and of course, our gazes got fixed on us. “What's wrong?” I asked as we approached his car, which he had obviously parked roughly, judging from the tires, which weren't straightened. “Get in..” he said, and I breathed. “He's still