Clara took a deep breath, followed Wilson, and got into the car.

After getting into the car, Clara's phone rang. She glanced down at her phone. It was her mother calling.

Clara answered the phone only to hear her mother's anxious voice. "Clare? Where are you? Are you coming over? The ticket inspection is almost over."

"Mom, Yanny and I can't go over anymore. You should find a place to stay for a while, maybe a motel," Clara said.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Wells asked.

Clara looked up and met