Valeria

I woke up with a pounding headache. My eyes fluttered open, and pain shot through my head, making me wince. I pressed my hands to my temples, trying to ease the ache. And my body felt heavy, like though I’d been hit by something hard. Memories of what happened flooded back, sharp and painful. The taxi, the masked men, the gunshot and the driver’s lifeless body.

My heart raced, and I gasped, sitting up fast. My arm hurt where they’d grabbed me, and my throat was dry. I looked ...