Book 4: To a Remote Adventure Camp

Sydney's POV

“You must disguise yourself to get to the airport. Here, use this wig, spectacles, and clothes. Your name is Mila Carter for now, and here’s your fake passport. I think that would be enough to get us to Cape Town without getting caught. Be ready in ten minutes.” Killian dumped the stuff on my bed and walked out of the vehicle.

I gaped at the things he had arranged for within such a brief period. Where did he get these from at 6 a.m.?

Was he into human trafficking? How could I trust a stranger so blindly when I couldn’t trust my family? Was I making a mistake by trusting him?

There was no time to ponder over it now. I had no wish to return to my house to face my dad’s torture. Killian had promised to help me out of this situation. He was bipolar, but he wasn’t so bad, right?

I just prayed that this didn’t backfire. Quickly changing into the jeans and shirt he got for me, I tied my hair into a tight bun. The chocolate brown w