Minutes ticked past, or maybe they were hours. Trapped in the dark without her phone, Sarah had no idea how much time had passed. The car thrummed along at a steady pace. She was jostled over bumps, but for the most part the ride was smooth. "Probably an interstate," she told herself.

Her mind wandered. She thought of Brad. She could picture him leaning on the bar, his sandy blond hair glinting in the row of colored lights, and his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Only they ...