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My mother looked up at me, terror in her eyes, and said, “What do we do?”

My mother had always fiercely protected me, almost to a fault. If I came home from school upset from something someone had said, she’d be on the phone within minutes to call up the parents of whichever kid made me cry. When I was so shy I couldn’t talk to waiters, she’d order my ketchup for me.

And now she was turning to me to make the decision. Our eyes held each other for a long moment. I briefly wished my father was there to choose for us. Despite his daring that gets us into uncomfortable situations, he maintains level-headedness while our composures dissolve.

Flash-Boom! Flash-Boom! Flash-Boom!

I looked both ways. We were definitely closer to the shoulder we had just left. We could run back and continue hiding, or we could risk the longer route to shelter. But there was no way we were staying there, out in the open, waiting for someone else to make the decision.

“Let’s run to the woods,” I said, pointing to make sure she understood. “Ready?”