Seth sat at the back of the RV feeling as numb as his fingers. They were slowly getting warm again, but the unpleasant sensation was still stuck with him. How were they even found? When he saw Dom talking to Santo, he thought his heart would stop. How on earth were they going to get out of this mess? He’d cried his eyes out in that fucking freezer when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to get out and help Dom if needed. The love of his life could have been brutally butchered in that abattoir and he’d be able to do shit. And it would all be his fault because Dom had given Seth his own gun.

“Seth, locate us on your phone, take the map, and find me the shortest route to Holly Springs,” Dom said from the front seat. In Seth’s clothes, and with his long hair invisible, he looked nothing like himself, and Seth understood why this was safer but it still left him alone and cold even in the thick hoodie he put on.