COLEEN

The wind outside howled like a wounded animal, swallowing the sound of tires crunching over snow.

I stared out the window, trying to recognize the road we were on, but nothing looked familiar. We should’ve been heading back toward the Michaels’ estate by now, but the narrow road we were on twisted into unfamiliar darkness.

“Jared,” I said carefully, turning my head to look at him. “I think you missed the turn.”

He didn’t answer right ...