Faye.

I turned for what seemed like the hundredth time, pulling my blanket up to my shoulders, then pushing it down again. My body was tired, but my brain felt like a runaway train. Whenever I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the flash of headlights behind us and hearing the bullets tearing through the air and Neil’s voice barking out commands.

It was all too much, too fast and too real.

“Sit tight!” Neil’s voice reverberated through my dream. I balled my body as though I were in the ...